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A. CLEVELAND COXE 



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NEW YORK 

JAMES POTT & COMPANY 

1889 






Copyright, 1889, 
By A. CLEVELAND COXE. 



Press of J. J. Little & Co., 
Astor Place, New York. 



PREFACE. 

The poems here collected have been written, 
nearly all of them, at the Season they celebrate, 
in successive years. Some of them were written 
more than forty years ago. The "Paschal New- 
Moon," if I recollect, is the oldest of the series". 

All that it may be desirable to say as intro- 
ductory to this book will be found in the Notes. 
I beg my kind reader to consult them, on points 
that may require Scripture citations and other 
references for the elucidation of the text. If any 
of the poems are worth reading at all, they will 
be found worth reading more than once, in con- 
nection with the Church Lessons of the Season. 

The Paschal-Season, as here understood, ex- 
tends from the appearance of the Paschal New- 
Moon to the octave of Pentecost, or Trinity Sun- 
day. How sublimely the Christian poet has 
said — 

'• As through a zodiac moves the ritual year 
Of Holy Church : stupendous mysteries, 
Which whoso travels in her bosom eyes, 
As he approaches them, with solemn cheer." 

This book is designed to open some of those 
" stupendous mysteries," especially to minds just 



IV PREFACE. 

beginning to know and love the Church's system, 
and to feel the attractions of her holy methods 
for imparting a knowledge of the Scriptures, and 
of those "truths that wake to perish never." 
I pray God that all who accept my guidance in 
these Scriptural Meditations may be helped by 
it toward that Heavenly City which the glory of 
the Lord doth lighten, and " the Lamb is the 
light thereof." 

A. C. C. 

Leacote, Rhinebeck-on-Hudson, 
April, 1889. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

Proem i 

The Paschal New-Moon 6 

Prophecy g 

Abel , 1 1 

Melchizedek 13 

The Great High Priest 15 

Marah 17 

The Transfiguration 19 

The Garden 22 

Spring Rains 25 

Paschal Emblems 27 

Symbols in Art 30 

Hidden Flowers 33 

The Saviour 36 

Scripture Tokens 38 

The Day of Palms 40 

Leaven 49 

The Well-Spring 51 

A Hymn of Faith 53 

The Rose of Sharon 59 

Holy- Week 61 

Messiah 63 

Gethsemane 66 

The Betrayer 69 

The Council 74 

Caiaphas 78 

Pontius Pilate. . . . 80 

Gabbatha 93 

Calvary 96 

Following the Lamb 98 

The Cross-Bearer 100 

The Way of Sorrows 102 



VI CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Golgotha 104 

The Man of Sorrows 107 

The Cross no 

The Three Crosses 112 

The Atonement 116 

The Desire of Nations 120 

Nicodemus. ... 122 

The Burial 124 

The Sepulchre 126 

Easter 129 

Easter in the Garden 131 

The Easter Eucharist 134 

The Bird Song 135 

The Butterfly 1 37 

Easter-Eggs .... 139 

The Royal Yarn 143 

Easter Virelay. 147 

Song for Easter 149 

Easter in Patmos 151 

The Angels on the Ark 154 

Rhoda 156 

The Walk to Emmaus 159 

The Earthquake 163 

The Mystery of Life 167 

Eudora 170 

The Innocents 173 

The Unbaptized 175 

Euthanasia. 17S 

A Thought from the Fathers 182 

Amaranth 184 

The Ascension 186 

The Unspeakable Gift 188 

The Two Pentecosts 190 

Whitsunday 192 

Homeward 194 

The Giver of Life 196 

The Trinity 195 



TO MARY AND ELIZABETH, 

IN PARADISE. 



PROEM. 



The rainbow oft, on tears of April-tide, 
In the sweet week of Easter, we behold ; 

Its bow of beauty, like the Crucified 

Bending from heaven, all nature to enfold 
In Love's embrace. Then from that throne of 
gold, 

'Mid iris-lustres, in the highest sphere, 
Seems to bend down its arch of emerolde ; 

And Paradise, it seemeth very near, 

As if the dwellers there perchance our sighs 
might hear. 



Sweet sisters, in repose ye wear new names, 
Yet let me dream ye hearken. Once, in time, 

Ye were my muses, and ev'n more than fame's 
I courted your applause, in youth's glad prime, 
When oft ye listened to my boyish rhyme 
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2 TO MARY AND ELIZABETH. 

With eyes that shone, as now they shine in 
bliss. 
Ah, borne too early to abodes sublime, 
Fain would I know ye take it not amiss 
Though angels' songs ye hear — to list a lay like 
this. 



Ye cannot hear my later songs, alas ! 

Ye dearest ones that deign'd to praise my first : 
So grieved the Weimar poet, in the glass 
Of memory gazing on fair forms that nurst 
His young adventure, ere its blossoms burst 
In fancy's flowers and fragrance. Such my 
thought 
When for these songs, my last — perchance my 
worst, 
I coveted your ear. Yet are they fraught 
With His dear Name of Names, who our redemp- 
tion bought. 



We grew together, lov'd by one whose pride 

Watched o'er the budding of your loveliness ; 
Nor knew we, for too soon, alas ! ye died, 

All that he wrought our tender years to 
bless, 

Mingling wise counsel with his fond caress. 
Wisdom and wit were his, and nature gave 

His manly heart a maiden's tenderness ; 



TO MARY AND ELIZABETH. 3 

And Christian hope adorns his lowly grave, 
Where, on the field he fell, Christ's soldier, true 
and brave. 

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Nor less, while your sweet life was link'd with 
mine, 
I shared her love, who o'er your cradle bent 
And trained your earliest thought to thoughts 
divine : 
For oft to me her kindly care was lent 
In words of cheer, with gentle warning blent, 
When to the poet's shell I tuned my youth. 
She loved all arts the soul that ornament, 
And wing'd her nestlings, like young birds for- 
sooth, 
To soar aloft betimes and bask in light and truth. 



We parted, where the snow-peaks all aglow 
Shone like an opal, and the setting sun 

Flamed o'er the Pyrenees, in pleasant Pau, 
Along the vale where restless Gave doth run : 
And as we gazed, each an enraptured one, 

'Twas well we heard no voices, save our own ; 
For seem'd our life beginning — when 'twas 
done ; 

And with that sunset, oh ! forever flown 

Are joys so long we knew, and hopes no longer 
known. 



4 TO MARY AND ELIZABETH. 

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Yet may I glean a moral from that dav 

Of parting, and its light o'er mount and glen, 
For in the Sun's own clime, the poets sav 

He reigns at sunset, wears no crown till then. 

So goes the adage, too, of meaner men ; 
The end crowns labour. Welcome life's soft 
eve ! 

Who sings the Resurrection cries Amen, 
As length'ning shadows mark the hour to leave 
This life's deceitful scene, for scenes that ne'er 
deceive. 

S. 

Ev'n as a bird forgets its wonted note 

When death o'ershades its bower, and comes 
no more 

The smile that seemed upon its song to dote. 
So when ye slept, my listless hand gave o'er 
And lost its cunning ; for I grieved heart-sore, 

Tuneless my shell and unfulfilled my dream. 
Now, faith reproacheth that 1 thus forbore ; 

Wake, languid shell nor moan, bv Babel's stream ; 

Wake, from the willows wake, to Faith's trans- 
porting theme. 



Yes, wake my soul, in swan-like notes to sing 
Of that blest home, where, nevermore to die, 



TO MARY AND ELIZABETH. 5 

To them that slept comes Life's eternal spring, 
Where Love enthron'd all human tears shall 

dry, 
Hearts claim their kin and brightens eye to eye. 
Sweet sisters, ye are safe. For me, how rife 

Perils of conflict, ev'n as years draw nigh 
That bring the grateful furlough after strife, 
And shines our even-star, the dawn of deathless 
life. 



THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON. 



Welcome thou little bow of light, 
Faint gleaming in the Western height 

O'er Day's decline ! 
Thou, to the busy world of men, 
Art but the month begun again ; 

But to this eye of mine 
Lighted by Faith's diviner ken, 

A season and a sign. 

2. 

Welcome, reflected in the rill, 
Thine image on the waters, chill 

From melting snows : 
But brighter, in the depths serene, 
Of my glad soul, thy sacred sheen 

The Church's index shows ; 
Regent of holy-tides, and Queen 

Of Easter's dawn and close. 

3- 

Thou hast been waited for : the lore 
Of holy sages, long before 

Hath marked thy day : 



THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON. 

For with thy heavenly march sublime, 
The Paschal-eve and Paschal-prime 

One Lord, one law, obey ; 
The Church hath calendar'd thy time, 

And traced thy starry way. 



And key-note of her Easter-song, 
Is thy sweet tune, thy path along 

In yon blue deep : 
We watch thy crescent, till its rim 
Is filled with glory to the brim, 

And still our fast we keep ; 
Then, tide-like, swells our Easter-hymn, 

Round the whole earth to sweep. 

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Thou bringest cheer ; thou endest days 
Of fast with feast, of plaint with praise, 

Of rue with balm. 
Beauty for ashes thou dost bring ; 
The oil of joy for sorrowing ; 

For grief thou bringest calm ; 
Thou changest tears to triumphing, 

And Litany to Psalm. 

6. 

The bow of Joseph, thou ! Thy light 
Reminds me of the Hebrew's right 
And Egypt's wrong ; 



THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON. 

Reminds me of Mosaic priests, 

Their hyssop-branch, their bleeding beasts. 

The prophet's goodly throng ; 
Their bitter herbs, unleavened feasts, 

And hallelujah-song : 

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Reminds me of that night of gloom ; 
The Twelve, the One, the upper-room ; 

The Bread and Wine : 
Of Olivet remindeth me, 
OfKedron and Gethsemane ; 

Of Thee, Redeemer mine ! 
Thy cross, Thy cries, Thy victory, 

Stupendous love divine. 

8. 

O Paschal moon, to wax and wane, 
Though short thy date, how wide thy reign 

Afar and near. 
Thou art the Church's harvest-moon : 
She sows in tears, but reapeth, soon, 

A sheaf for every tear. 
Shine on ! We catch thy heavenly tune, 

And shout the harvest-cheer. 



PROPHECY. 



Her seed shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his 
heel. — Genesis, iii. 15. 



Sweet spring, from clefts of Eden's Rock, 

Freshening its meads that poured, 
Grateful to man and herd and flock, 

And birds that stooped and soared; 
Bright rill, whose waters crystal-clear 

Ev'n Silo's fount excelled, 
And sent, meand'ring far and near, 

Broad brooks thenceforth that well'd : 



Oh ! fount of life to slake our thirst, 

Four mighty streams that fed ; 
Fair Paradise that water'd first, 

Then parted, from each head, 
To East and West and South and North, 

Bestowing health and youth, 
I joy to view, as from their birth, 

Those streams of Light and Truth ! 



IO PROPHECY. 

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Streams that are one as on they flow, 

From age to age the same, 
Yet broader and more glorious grow, 

Rivers of Life their name; 
Refreshing earth, reflecting skies 

That smile above and shine, 
Till, in the better Paradise, 

They lose their flood divine. 

4- 

Sweet parable of promised grace, 

The serpent's head to crush ; 
I love th' unnumber'd rills to trace 

That from that Promise gush ; 
To see how confluent words of love 

Enlarge their onward tide ; 
And how, as to that sea above, 

The waters grow and glide ; 

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How prophecy becomes, at last, 

The Gospel in its strength, 
Flooding the world, and forth and fast 

To heavenward speeds, at length ; 
How in that ocean, boundless all, 

Where faith is turned to sight, 
The streams of truth and promise fall 

And lose themselves in light. 



ABEL. 

By it, he being dead, yet speaketh.— Heb. xi. 4. 



Tis at fair Eden's gate, where bright 
Shine the rapt cherubim, 

And waves that flaming blade of light, 
Barring the way* to Him 

Whose fiery Law hath set the sword, 

Whose Love the reconciling Word. 

2. 

Who shall that gate of glory ope 

And Paradise unbar ? 
Behold the Promised Seed, our Hope ; 

Of Life the Morning-Star : 
Whose symbol is a lamb that died, 
With spotless fleece our shame to hide. 

3- 

Lo ! first of woman born, appear 
Brothers in manly youth, 

And to that golden gate draw near, 

Where Mercy shines, and Truth. 

Time's earliest Paschal-tide to keep, 

One brings the choicest of his sheep. 



12 ABEL. 

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Anon, their votive altars rise : 

Faith's altar Abel rears, 
And binds the lamb of sacrifice 

With contrite prayer and tears ; 
While for atoning love he pleads, 
And views the mystic lamb that bleeds. 

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Forth flames the fire of love divine, 
But, of those altars twain, 

On one alone its glories shine : 
Cold is the pile of Cain, 

Where, piled with gourds and berries crude, 

God may partake a sinner's food. 

6. 

Cold is the heart of unbelief 

That spurns the bleeding Lamb. 

But hot is envious hate, and brief 

Its slighted conscience-qualm. 

Abel, faith's earliest martyr, dies, 

Yet lives and speaks his sacrifice. 

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Oh ! dread rehearsal, long before 

Of Calv'ry's darker day, 
When the Good Shepherd came and bore 

In death our sins away : 
When envious hate, with deeper stain, 
Renewed the sacrifice of Cain. 



MELCHIZEDEK. 

He was the Priest of the Most High God. — Genesis, xiy. 18. 



OUT of the mist of ages comes, unknown, 

His crown'd and mitred mien, 
Who evermore, a Priest upon His throne, 

Shall live and reign serene : 
The King of righteousness His sceptre shews, 
While palms and olives near the Prince of Peace 
disclose. 

2. 

And Father Abraham bends and bows before 

One greater far than He ; 
Forth come the Bread and Wine, prefiguring 
more 
Than feeble sense may see : 
The offer'd tithes His sacrifice proclaim, 
And His High-priesthood own of everlasting 
Name. 

3- 

Thus Abraham saw Christ's day. The man of 
woes 
Is Salem's mystic king ; 



14 MELCHIZEDEK. 

The King of Righteousness whose names disclose 

Of Peace the Prince and spring: 
The wine-press, for our thirst, who comes to 

tread, 
And for our hungering souls to break the Living 
Bread. 



THE GREAT HIGH PRIEST. 

A Priest upon his throne. — Zech. vi. 13. 



'Mid Alpine peaks, a hoary height and lone 

Oft makes the morn its crown, 
Bright o'er the mists. So shines the heavenly 
throne 
Where Abram's faith bows down, 
And comes — tremendous Name — God's own 
High Priest, 
With faith's mysterious feast. 
Unsired, Unborn, the Wonderful and dread, 

He brings forth Wine and Bread, 
Which, on that spot, he means to give afresh, 
Disclosed at last and known, th' Eternal Word 
made flesh. 



In Salem's upper-room, that awful night, 

See One with twelve recline. 
With bitter herbs they keep the Paschal rite ; 

Then takes He Bread and Wine. 
Think, O my soul, 'tis He, the very same, 

Melchizedek His Name, 



1 6 THE GREAT HIGH PRIEST. 

The Man that is God's fellow, from of yore, 

All human priests before, 
Whom Abram met and own'd mankind's Desire, 
Who blest that faithful man of faithful men the 
Sire. 

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We, then, his sons, as Father Abraham bent, 

To Salem's Prince bow down ; 
To Salem's Great High Priest our souls present, 

And own His Cross and Crown. 
His pierced hands we kiss, and pierced feet ; 

For offertory meet, 
Our alms, our hearts, ourselves bestow, 

And all our pride down throw, 
Athirst for God, and crying to be fed 
Lord give us ever more Thyself, the Living Bread. 

4- 

For Oh ! once more, where thrones confess the 
shock, 

Our eyes shall see the same, 
Ancient of Days, of ages the great Rock, 

Who comes on wheels of flame ! 
Serene He reigns o'er earth and earthly things, 

The Lord, and King of Kings ; 
And sits, a priest upon His throne, 

Th' unchanging priest and lone 
The Order of Melchizedek sublime 
Before all worlds who bore, and bears beyond all 

time. 

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MARAH. 

The waters of Marah were bitter: therefore the name 

of it was called Marah And the Lord shewed him a tree, 

which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were 
made sweet. — Exod. xv. 23-25. 



The Branch that sweetens Marah's wells, 
Of Mary and Messiah tells : 
How she, whom all mankind shall bless, 
Yet shared our nature's bitterness, 
Till He, upon her breast that lay, 
Took the sad taint of Eve away. 

2. 

Hark ! o'er the Erythrean main, 

'Tis Miriam's timbrel flings the strain, 

Prelusive, to the faithful ear, 

Of Mary's song- and rapture clear ; 

For Miriam's name and Miriam's woe 

Alike the taintless Maid foreshow. 



The Sun with healing in His wings, 

The Branch from David's root that springs, 



MARAH. 

Of Gilead's Tree the spicy fare, 
The balm and the Physician there, 
To Marah and to Miriam give 
The touch that bids the leper live. 

4- 

Mysterious tokens, from afar 

That antedate Messiah's Star, 

The rapt Magnificat foretell, 

And shew the Branch to Israel, 

Who reigns and speaketh from the Tree, 

I am the Lord that healeth thee. 



THE TRANSFIGURATION. 

Moses and Elias appeared in glory, and spake of His 
decease which He should accomplish at Jerusalem. — St. Luke, 
ix. 31. 



Transfigured on the height, 

Ere yet two thieves between, 
Betwixt two saints in light, 

Behold the Nazarene. 
Behold the Lowly One, 

In vesture like the snow, 
And glistening like the sun, 

In glory's noontide glow. 



From Pisgah's grave atar, 

'Tis Moses hovering here, 
And from his fiery car 

Elijah comes anear : 
By saints of ancient names, 

From seats of heav'nly rest, 
For Peter, John, and James, 

Messiah reigfns confest. 



20 THE TRANSFIGURATION. 

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Hear Him, th' Incarnate Word, 

Words from high heaven declare 
Son of the Living Lord, 

His Well-Beloved Heir. 
Yet talk with Him the twain 

Of death, reproach and loss, 
Of thorns and nails the pain, 

Of wormwood and the Cross. 



Where naught the faithless eye 

But shame and death can see, 
These holy ones descry 

O'er death his victory : 
For, in that dazzling blaze, 

The true Shekinah sheen, 
Outshining noontide's rays, 

The Cross transformed is seen. 

5- 

They talk with Him of death, 

Like those who sing the psalm 
With harps, and trumpets' breath, 

Of Moses and the Lamb: 
Breaks forth St. Peter's tongue, 

He seems to heaven so near, 
As if response were sung, 

'Tis blessed to be here. 



THE TRANSFIGURATION. 21 



Soon shall this scene' recall 

Those blest apostles three, 
When bends the Gocl of all, 

In dark Gethsemane : 
When, of the Lord of Life, 

The bloody sweat they scan, 
And horrours gathering - rife 

Around the Son of Man. 



Dejected, yet sustained, 

In that mysterious hour, 
Scattered, but yet regained, 

When rises Christ with power. 
How joys the little flock 

In Tabor's light to see, 
Of ages the great Rock, 

The Lamb of Calvary. 



THE GARDEN. 

They heard the voice of God, walking in the garden in 
the cool of the day. — Gen. iii. 8. 

I. 

The flowers are zealous Christians in our clime, 
And oft with their sweet selves they seem to vie, 
Upspringing, as with holy rivalry, 

Which shall look cheerfulest at Easter-time. 

2. 

Therefore, to me, all gardens in the spring, 
Seem Joseph's garden, with religion rife ; 
Full of the Resurrection and the Life ; 

Of teachings full and holy worshipping. 

3- 

Blest be the darling crocus in its birth, 
That from its icy sepulchre doth burst 
Full of divine ambition to be first 

Of all God's flowers, in holy Easter-mirth. 



And blest the hyacinth, of varied dyes, 

That forth, all fragrance from a rotten root, 
Like grace from nature's misery, doth shoot, 

In the bright season when the Lord did rise. 



THE GARDEN. 23 

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Yea, blessed be all flowers that come in time 
To deck the Paschal altar; violet, 
Snowdrop, and arbutus, and mosses wet 

From rills that cheer the forest with their chime. 



There, 'mid the new-sprung grass, I love to walk, 
Or where the upland wood in tender green 
Of its first verdure, like a mist is seen, 

Fringing each tiny shrub and wintry stalk ; 



Where every sunbeam lights a miracle, 
The clothing of each cold unsightly thing, 
The spreading of the hills with carpeting, 

The garnishing of moor and rock and fell ; 



Where near at hand, or down the vista opes 
The view of earliest blossoms, red and white, 
'Mid tints of leafy emerald, dark and light, 

And the sun's gilding on the hilly slopes; 

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Where o'er the landscape everything I see 
Impatient of its deadness, and with power 
Asserting life in its appointed hour, 

True to God's call, with wondrous energy: 



24 THE GARDEN. 

IO. 

So, walking in the garden, heard God's voice 
Our fallen parents, but they heard with fear ; 
While we, redeemed, exult His call to hear, 

And with all nature in His smile rejoice. 

II. 

For who, that lives by faith in his true heart, 
Knows not the meaning of returning Spring, 
Lifts not toward heaven the soul's aspiring 
wing, 

Longs not thus upward dovelike to depart ? 

12. 

Oh ! shame, when flowers are Christians and 
athirst 
With all their beauty to adorn the Feast, 
That Christian men should oft be last and 
least, 
Though bidden to the marriage-supper first. 



SPRING RAINS. 

There went up a mist . . . and watered the whole face of 
the ground. And the Lord God formed man.— Gen. ii. 6, 7. 

I. 

The showers of April on the violet's bed, 
And on the earliest snowdrop's drooping head, 

And on the new-sprung blade 
Of promised harvest, shed — 

How fragrant have they made 
Each breeze of the sweet morn that round our 
home hath played ! 

2. 

So every joy of home and love and life, 
The tender love of mother, sister, wife, 

The bliss that children bring 
To cheer this mortal strife 

And Time's o'ershadowing wing ; 
These give their fragrance forth in Christ alone, 
our Spring. 

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'Tis His baptismal shower of love and grace, 
Brings forth from dearest friendship's fond em- 
brace, 
And from sweet kindred's ties, 



26 SPRING RAINS. 

And answering face to face 

With commerce of kind eyes, 
The perfume that is best, and all that deepest 
lies. 

4- 

None know what loves, none know what friend- 
ships mean, 
Save they whose life in Christ is hid serene, 

Who live and love in Him ! 
Only such love, I ween, 

Grows bright as eyes grow dim, 
And lives beyond the grave among the Seraphim. 



PASCHAL EMBLEMS. 

Beginning at Moses and all the Prophets, He expounded 
unto them in all the Scriptures the things concerning Him- 
self. — St. Luke, xxiv. 27. 

I. 

why to those whose art might rainbows throw 
On clouds and shadows of the Law — so rare 
Is given the heart to sketch in colours fair, 

Those golden parables the Scriptures show ? 

2. 

Deem not St. Luke the first our Lord to paint ; 
For in the Prophets, as in diadems 
That flash and sparkle with imperial gems, 

1 see His beauty crowned, nor dim nor faint. 

3. 

And were the pencil mine it should express 
How, year by year, the Holy Week meseems 
A vision multiform, wherein, like dreams, 

Angels appear, 'mid bowers of loveliness. 

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And dullest wits should warm and generous grow 
The tap'stry work of Scripture to perceive ; 
Not thread by thread, but as they interweave 

Messiah's image, first and last, to show. 



28 PASCHAL EMBLEMS. 

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Not of His glorious countenance one trace 
Would I of painters borrow. That, for me, 
Shines out in His Evangel, even as He 

To those who love Him would reveal His face. 



But the red rood in colours would I shrine 
And glorify ; as, 'mid the stars, alone, 
That cross shall glitter when the trump is 
blown ; 

Ev'n as it glitter'd once, to Constantine. 



And as a portrait is with brilliants set, 
I would enrich that sign, beneath, above, 
And all around, with emblems of God's love, 

Entwined with arabesque and quaint vignette. 



8. 

Eve's fig-leaves should be figured, sere and 
strown, 
Poor human arts to hide our sin and shame ; 
And coats of skins, whose fleecy snows pro- 
claim 
The Lamb can clothe the sinner ; He alone. 



PASCHAL EMBLEMS. 29 



And Cain's oblation, that high heaven offends, 
Melons and gourds Faith's sacrifice should 

mock, 
While, on the firstling of blest Abel's flock, 

The fire of God, in flaming love, descends. 



10. 

On Jacob's dying eye each form that rose 
And kindled rapture would I trace around ; 
There should the Shepherd and the Stone be 
found, 

And Joseph bleeding 'mid his archer foes. 



11. 

While in far vision, half assuming shape, 
Should Judah's blessing ante-date the day 
That from His vine unbinds and leads away 

The ass's foal, and presses its red grape. 



12, 

And there that Rock should rise, engrav'd of yore 
With Paschal emblems, by the Uzzian's hand, 
That he who runs might read and understand — 

Our dear Redeemer lives, for evermore. 



SYMBOLS IX ART. 

A light that shineth in a dark place, until the Day dawn 
and the Day-star arise. — 2 Peter, i. 19. 



In an old castle, 'neath the Pyrenees — 

I see ev'n now each height 

Glitt'ring with opal light, 
And the rich meads below, the river and the 
trees ; 



In that old castle, thro' long corridors, 

The guide me led, one 

As 'twere thro' history's way, 
Where the dead past revived sad loves and 
bitter wars. 

3- 

Behind the arras of a lordly hall 

He brought me, and I stood 

A moment in deep mood, 
Where once th' assassin lurked, close crouching 
by the wall. 



SYMBOLS IN ART. 31 

4- 

Behind the tap'stry, in a dubious light, 

Its rougher side I read, 

Just making out a head, 
A hand, and what ? 'twas hard to read aright. 

5- 

And yet, methought, a figure on a hill 

Seemed glittering like a shrine, 

As if some grand design 
Were hidden in the woof, but half emerging still. 



Blindly I strove its story to descry, 

Its hero or its scheme ; 

But, as in mystic dream, 
I felt Messiah's form was on that mountain high. 

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I felt, but could not see ; for me defied 

Crewel and scarlet thread 

'Mid golden gleams or red, 
Those traces faint, and rude of Art's untoward 
side. 



But when I came that tap'stried hall within, 
Full flash'd, with wondrous sheen, 
The whole transporting scene : 

How on my vision blest it shone like Moses' skin ! 



32 SYMBOLS IN ART. 

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Brighter than Moses' face, in morning light 

Messiah's form I viewed; 

And what before was crude 
Came out in full design, as day deposes night. 

10. 

No more I spell'd and groped some clue to find 

'Mid weavings deftly wrought ; 

Clear was the artist's thought. 
Who could not see it all, his eyes indeed were 
blind. 

n. 

And as I went, this moral deep I drew : 

Ev'n so, of Holy Writ 

So dark to human wit, 
And those twin Testaments, the Old and New, 

12. 

The Myst'ry is made plain ; who runs may read. 

Even on the side severe 

Messiah's signs appear, 
Though faintly, in the Law, we trace the Prom- 
ised Seed. 

13- 
Yet as in these old patterns of the loom, 
Of yore the prophets wove 
Their tapestry of Love ; 
Who scans the Gospel-side sees what they meant 
and Whom. 



HIDDEN FLOWERS. 

The testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy. 



When o'er the Spirit's words I pore intent, 
My soul is like a maid 

That goes a-Maying in the woodland shade, 
Her peering eye down bent, 
To spy here, there and everywhere, the flower 
That most she covets for her own bright bower. 

2. 

So everywhere I seek, and always find, 
The fragrant thing I prize, 
The flower of flowers, whose beauty in mine 
eyes 
Surpasseth every kind 
Of plant or gem, or creature blest with grace, 
As childhood with its smiles, or woman's face. 

3- 

I find, as violets are found in Spring, 
Stones and dead leaves amid, 
But all too bright and fragrant to be hid, 
Ev'n so that blessed thing 
Where all seems lifeless if our faith be dim, 
The name of Jesus, or some trace of Him. 
3 



34 HIDDEN FLOWERS. 



4- 



I find my Saviour in the Rock ; the fount 
That gushes from its cleft ; 
In the cross'd hands of Jacob, right and left, 
In Moses' Burning Bush and fiery Mount, 
In Bread, in Wine, in wood, in nails, in thorns, 
In every figure that the Psalms adorns. 

5- 

And when there pass, athwart the scenery 
dread 
Of the rapt prophet's dream, 
Mysterious shadows, flecking the sunbeam 
With something dark and undistinguished, 
As in the wood that made the iron swim, 
So, in the cloud, I still see only Him. 

6. 

In Miriam's song 'tis Mary's voice I hear ; 
And Marah's bitter well 
Sweet'ned by that fresh Branch of Israel, 
Is the foul pool of nature made sincere 
In Mary's womb, by Him she did conceive, 
The Second Adam, born of the new Eve. 

7- 

Nor, as my foot along the desert shore 

Treads in old Israel's way, 

Beneath that fire by night and cloud by day, 
Fails my fond heart to find, as I explore, 



HIDDEN FLOWERS. 35 

The sands beneath me sparkling- with His love, 
Ev'n as those symbols of His Truth above. 



So, when in Elim's grateful shade I bait, 
The good Physician nigh, 
I count the wells of health that spring hard by, 
And then the trees that bear the luscious date, 
And find the Seventy, in that grove of palm, 
Beside the Twelve Apostles of the Lamb. 

9- 

'Tis sweet to trace the Gospel in the Law ; 
Faint outlines and obscure 
Like the first crayon traits of portraiture, 
Which the great Masters were enforced to draw, 
Ere in the amber light of art divine 
Transfigured Christ might on their canvas shine. 

10. 

So ever, as the Book of Life I scan, 
Still be my soul a maid 

Seeking the flower she loves in sun and shade. 
I'd rather shout with Eve — "I've found THE 
Man," 
Four thousand years too soon, than live or die 
Without the Faith that breathed in that fond cry. 



THE SAVIOUR. 

Thou shalt call His Name JOSHUA, for He shall save. 
I. 

The serpent's head to bruise whose heel shall 
bleed ? 

What shall His Name be called — that Promised 
Seed? 
The oracles were dark, 

Yet oft that name was heard as from the cur- 
tained Ark. 



" Tell me thy Name," the wrestling Jacob cries : 
" Why dost thou ask my Name ? " the Word re- 
plies. 
And Jacob spake, o'erawed — 
" This place is Peniel : I saw the face of God." 

3- 

" Thy name no more henceforth shall Jacob be, 
But prince of God, for thou hast power with Me — " 

So spake that tongue of flame ; 
And Israel knew 'twas God, even from his own 
new name. 



THE SAVIOUR. 37 



Saviour and God ! a mystic name that weaves 
Both words in one, the Son of Nun receives 

As leader of God's band — 
Where Moses could not lead — into the Promised 

Land. 

5- 
Yet, on that Paschal Eve, at Canaan's door, 
Comes the true Captain of God's host. Before 

That Joshua divine 
The meaner Joshua kneels, a shadow and a sign. 

6. 

Comes the true Joshua now, the Virgin's Son, 
That Saving Name of the Anointed One 

Unfolds prophetic art ; 
And Mary kept such things and pondered in her 

heart. 

7- 

Back on the Pentateuch like morning's fire 
His coming flashes light ; and David's lyre, 

Like Moses' face that shined, 
Glows with the Saviour's name in mystic words 
enshrined. 

8. 
As mountains dull thro' all the silent night 
Glitter at dawn and show their crests in light, 

So everywhere that Name 
Forth from the prophets starts, as in the Day- 
star's flame. 



SCRIPTURE TOKENS. 

When Moses is read the veil is upon their hearts. 

Some fail Messiah's radiant signs to see 
In each prophetic scroll 
Which the old rabbins of the Law unroll. 

They read the page of mystic history, 
The flaming Psalm, or Canticle benign, 
As though 'twere human lore, and not divine. 

Forgive poor Israelites when souls baptized 
God's glorious Word explore, 
To grope and feel their way and find no more 

Than the blind leaders of the circumcised, 
Where Israelites-indeed with rapture scan 
The Son of God, the promised Son of Man. 

So everywhere th' anointed eye descries 
A greater Solomon, 
A nobler David, the Almighty One 
Whom Abraham saw with Faith's uplifted eyes. 
For not in feasts alone, but, day by day, 
The Scripture, as with sunshine, cheers our 
way. 



SCRIPTURE TOKENS. 39 

And me, Christ's footprints striving oft to trace, 
As following'where He led, 
By old prophetic symbols comforted 
And plodding onward as with patient pace — 
Me oft a rapture seizes — when I view 
Some veil withdrawn — faith making all things 
new. 



As where they wash the glitt'ring sands for gold 
In bright Golconda's mines, 
Oft 'mid the sparkling grains a diamond shines, 
Which the well-shaken sieve with greed must 
hold; 
It cannot pass, it is so great a thing — 
And then 'tis claimed for tribute to the king : 

So, when some word in Holy Writ shines out, 
Dazzling- my ardent sight, 

As 'twere that Indian gem, the Mount-of-Light, 
I claim it for my King. 'Tis Christ's, no doubt; 

For claim it lawfully what mortal can ? 

'Tis far beyond the measure of a man. 



THE DAY OF PALMS. 

Thy King cometh unto thee : He is just and having sal- 
vation : lowly and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt, the 
foal of an ass. — Zech. ix. 9. 

I. 

The Paschal-moon proclaims the Feast is nigh, 
Whose sign in heaven the faithful still obey ; 
And as she sails through airy waves on high, 
Cleaving the clouds that break like ocean's 

spray, 
My soul, like her, finds out its heavenly way, 
And walks with God. I taste Siloam's spring ; 

While the high service of this holy day, 
This Feast of Palms, prolongs my worshipping, 
And all that scene brings back of Salem's tri- 
umphing. 

2. 

A light on Zion of the Spring's sweet morn 
Is glistening from the Temple's every spire ; 

An early crowd through each high gate is borne, 
And thronging pilgrims, with insane desire, 
Hither and thither, for their way inquire, 

Urged by some strange alarm, they know not 
why ; 
The truant boy runs past, with soul on fire; 

And Judah's mothers, as the surge goes by, 

Strain o'er the long highways a vaguely vacant 
eye. 



THE DAY OF PALMS. 41 



" Ho, child ! what makes thee from thy tasks 
to-day ? " 
" Nay, blame me not, thou reverend Saddu- 
cee, 
The world goes out to meet Him, for they say 
The Nazarene draws nigh. Nay, hark ! 'tis 

He 
Outside the Sheep-gate ; do not hinder me ! 
Thou, too, shouldst see Him. With a word He 
can 
Cast out the devils, still the raging sea, 
And lately He upcalled a buried man 
That had been four days dead ! Hark ! " cried 
the boy, and ran. 



All this — while bitter Rabbins heard to spurn, 
And mocked with sneers the idly prating 
wight — 
A ruler heard and felt within him burn 

The soul that communed once with Christ by 

night. 
'Twas Nicodemus; taught to frame aright 
The urchin's babble, its intent he knew. 

Anon, upon the Temple's massive height, 
Musing and lonely, stood that noble Jew ; 
There let us stand with him, and all the 
pageant view. 



42 THE DAY OF PALMS. 

5- 

Along the vale, and clown green Olivet, 

Judaea's peasants come in straggling throng ; 
And one among them on a beast is set, 
In lowly state, yet passing meek along. 
Loudly they chaunt ; and now the mellowed 
song, 
By starts, upon the fitful breeze upswells. 

Unwonted strains the echoing cliffs prolong ; 
That rapt hosanna, 'mid Moriah's dells, 
Alike strange things recalls and stranger things 
foretells. 

6. 

Yestreen the Sabbath closed. To-day the rocks 

Resound with bleatings ; from the emptied 
fold 
The little lambs, in droves and frighted flocks, 

Are led to bleed like Abel's lamb of old. 

Another Lamb comes with them; and behold ! 
While bitter herbs are for the Paschal bought, 

Tokens abound, and symbols manifold, 
That ne'er before unleavened bread was sought, 
Or hyssop from the wall, with like fulfilment 
fraught. 

7- 
For yonder crowd upsends the very word 

That long agone was heard from Zachary, 
Bidding Jerusalem behold her Lord, 

And promising His coming thus should be 

Majestical, in meek humility. 



THE DAY OF PALMS. 43 

Hosanna ! Yes, the very stones outcry; 

And shall the tribes of Jacob sullenly 

Refuse hosannas, when, before their eye, 

The Son of David comes, and God Himself draws 

nigh ? 

8. 

'Tis thy last Paschal, Salem ; fatlings fed 

And turtle-doves anon shall cease to bleed; 
For he that thus to sacrifice is led 

Is Abra'm's Lord and Eve's expected Seed. 
He that makes all things new for human need 
Comes like the sheep before her shearers dumb 

To bear the thorny crown and barren reed ; 
Yes, this is He — amid the city's hum, 
The patient Paschal Lamb that sayeth — Lo, I 
come. 

9- 
Though speechless He, thus, to the hurtling 
crowd 
Whispers the Spirit ; while from palm and 
bay 
They tear green spoils to bear, before Him 
bowed, 
And fragrant things to strew His royal way: 
And clambering youth wave branches freshly 

gay. 

Of peaceful olive o'er the Prince of Peace. 

Oh, Paradise ! so waves each palmy spray 
Thy shining legions bear, in sweet release 
Where swells the Paschal Hymn that never more 
shall cease. 



44 THE DAY OF PALMS. 

IO. 

All this, the while, full many a faithless eye 
From roof and terrace, faithless still, hath 
seen ; 
And dull Herodians, trembling at the cry 

Of Pilate's minions, seek what this may mean. 
For now, emerging from the deep ravine, 
The pomp hath passed within the ponderous 
gate. 
From porch and jealous lattice forth they lean, 
Mother and maiden ; hoary fathers wait, 
Uplifting shrivelled hands, to view this kingly 
state. 

ii. 
"Back, brawling slave. While Csesar is your 
king 
This shall not be," a mailed centurion said, 
And struck to earth a youth, that, clamouring 
He knew not what, his errant comrades led. 
" What next ? " a Levite breathed, and shook 
his head ; 
A PvOman knight came prancing by and sneered; 

A flaunting Pharisee deep curses shed 
On vulgar skulls, whileas a lawyer leered ; 
And close at hand — 'twas He — the Xazarene 
appeared. 

12. 

The foal unloosed from Judah's vine he rides, 
But low derision frights the stumbling beast. 



THE DAY OF PALMS. 45 

One cries : " A cross is scored on asses' hides : " 
"Yes, mark that token well," responds a 

priest. 
"' Nay, father ! so 'twas prophesied, at least, 
Our King should ride," rejoined one gentle 
tongue. 
'Twas hers that poured the spikenard at the 
feast, 
And o'er His feet with streaming tresses hung, 
That, much forgiven, loved much, and thus to 
Jesus clung. 

13. 
Stand thou within this portal, and thine eyes 

Shall see Melchizedek, of ancient day. 
Lo ! on the ass's foal, in lowliest guise, 

The Man that is God's fellow ! Breathless stay, 
And wait with throbbing heart till comes this 
way 
The Man of Sorrows. Yes, He draweth near. 

O God ! I cannot look without dismay : 
His youth is old, and on His cheek the tear 
Hath early worn full deep the marks of many a 
year. 

14. 
Mercy and Majesty ! I see God's face 

In this the Son of Man. Divinest thought 
Hath in His front its un mistaken trace, 

And His mild eye with Love immense is 

fraught, 
While the shorn lamb is thus to slaughter 
brought, 



4.6 THE DAY OF PALMS. 

And bulls of Basan roar with maddened men. 
Joy lights the scribe's dark brow to see Him 

caught 
In toils full deftly spread. Why thus, again, 
Where late they took up stones, seeks He their 

wolfish den ? 

15- 

" Hosanna to the Son of David ! " Yes, 

The shouting people know not what they 
mean ; 
Yet oft the voice of man cloth God's express, 

And as o'er chaos moved the Dove serene, 

So oft in tumult is the Spirit seen. 
Hosanna ! let the Temple open wide 

Her golden gates, thrice-blessed Nazarene, 
To welcome Thee, whom prophets glorified; 
For Shiloh is thy name; the sceptre thine beside. 

16. 

So to His Temple came the Holy One ; 

And He who heeded not the people's cheers, 
When lisping babes proclaim Him David's Son, 

How tenderly their infant tongues He hears ! 

His kindly voice their cherub voices cheers, 
And, while blaspheming priests with bitter 
tongue 

Repress the chorus, lo ! with loving tears 
He owns their homage, long by seers fore-sung, 
The perfect praise and pure of babes and suck- 
lings young. 



THE DAY OF PALMS. 47 

17. 

Nor marvel thou if on the backs abhorr'd 

Of thieves, that chaffer'd in the House of 
Prayer, 
Sounded the threshings of that whip of cord, 
Proclaiming that the Temple's Lord was 

there : 
So Judah's Lion riseth from his lair. 
Meanwhile the Lamb in all His features shone, 
And that same hour, more wont man's woes 
to bear, 
He healed the sick, assuaged the sufferer's moan, 
Leper and blind and lame — all sorrows but His 
own. 



Oh ! Lamb of God, that tak'st our sins away, 

So moved the Infinite within Thy breast, 
With myst'ries from before Creation's Day, 

Thus to take part in our poor world's unrest ; 

For our relief to be Thyself distressed, 
For man's release to be the victim bound ! 

Trembling, I worship, my Redeemer blest; 
For not, like Thomas, would I probe Thy wound, 
Or that abyss explore whose fathom ne'er was 
found. 

19. 

Yet bid me meet Thee, from the tomb un- 
sealed, 
And walking to Emmaus ; like a coal 



48 THE DAY OF PALMS. 

To feel my heart burn in me, when reveal 'd 
I see the Law's dread page, the prophet's 

scroll, 
And trace Thy tokens down from Eden's goal : 
For thus is purged from rheums and scales as 
vile 
Man's skeptic eye, and parables unroll 
And ^Psalms unfold Thy Name — each weary 

mile 
Of those that walk with Thee to brighten and 
beguile. 

20. 
But lo ! the Paschal moonbeam from the 
East 
On Kedron's rill sheds holy influence bright ; 
Now cleanse their platters Pharisee and priest, 
Their hearts fermenting still with Cain's 

despite, 
Their leaven of malice taints the legal rite, 
For Joseph's breth'ren hate him. He afar 

Hath gone where Martha's kindly lamp gives 
light, 
And Mary listens with enrapt Lazar, 
Till shines o'er Bethany once more the Morning 
Star. 



LEAVEN. 

Not the leaven of bread.— St. Matt. xvi. 12. 
I. 
The moon is full, the moon shines fair ; 
The feast is nigh ; of leaven beware ! 
Unleavened bread be Judah's care. 

2. 

One crumb of leaven, it taints the whole 
So reads the great Law-giver's scroll, 
Confirm'd by Sinai's thunder-roll. 

3- 
Ye sons of Jacob stand aloof 
From Gentile tables ; make sure proof 
Of house and home from floor to roof. 

4- 
Scour cup and platter. Leave no trace ; 
Scrape, purge and every spot efface, 
Lest leaven be there, so bad and base ! 

5- 

Outside so clean, but all within 
Fermenting malice, crime and sin ; 
So did th' unleavened days begin. 

6. 
The leaven of bread is put aside, 
But envy, hate, and guile abide, 
For Jesus must be crucified ! 



50 LEAVEN. 

7- 

They would not enter Pilate's hall : 
'Twould leaven and defile them all. 
Horrours, to think of such a fall ! 



So taught the scribes, and wonder we 
Such blind and senseless rites to see : 
We marvel at the Pharisee. 

9- 

We marvel ; but ourselves, the while, 
Doth naught of that old leav'n defile ? 
Of malice naught — nor hate, nor guile ? 

10. 

How dare we, Shepherd of the sheep, 
With Thee our Passover to keep, 
Unpurified from stains as deep ? 

n. 

Gracious the Lent and blest the week, 
If steadfast, and in duty meek, 
Sincerity and truth we seek. 

12. 

So may we joy to keep the Feast, 
From chains of sin and shame released, 
With Thee our Prophet, King, and Priest. 



THE WELL-SPRING. 

Then Israel sang this song, Spring up, O Well. — Numb. 
xxi. 17. 

I. 

The great Law-giver smote the Rock : 
Forth gushed the waters at the shock, 
And Israel drank the wave, as 'twere a shep- 
herd's flock : 

Spring up^ O Well ! 

2. 

Nor ceased that Rock to slake their thirst ; 
It followed them as at the first. 
Where'er they went afresh the Rock would burst: 
c, Spring up, O Well ! 

3- 

No servile toil to dig the sands ! 
But nobles, with their sceptred hands 
Struck the parched soil and spake their mild 
commands : 

Spring up, O Well ! 

4- 
Their princes pierced the arid plain, 
And gushed the hidden springs amain ; 
While Israel's daughters danced and sang the 
strain — 

Spring up, O Well ! 



52 THE WELL-SPRING. 

5- 

That Rock was Christ the Crucified ; 
Nor, till the soldier pierced His side, 
Knew they what Well of Life it signified : 
Spring up, O Well ! 



And still along Life's desert way 
That Rock yet follows us each day : 
We ope that streaming font where'er we pray— 
Spring up, O Well ! 

7- 

The babe that to the font they bring 
Invokes again the hidden Spring ; 
Those rosy lips, had they but words, would sing 
Spring up, O Well ! 



The priest, that in the utmost lands 
Before the Christian altar stands, 
Says, o'er the crimson 'd cup uplifting hands — 
Spring up, O Well ! 

9- 

Oh! then, to cleanse my soul begin, 
Bath of my soul, from shame and sin : 
And that I thirst no more, spring up within ; 
Spring up, O Well ! 



A HYMN OF FAITH. 

How are the dead raised up ? and with what body do they 
come ? — i Cor. xv. 35. 

How can these things be ?— St. John, iii. 9. 

I do not exercise myself in great matters which are too 
high for me. — Ps. cxxxi. 2. 

I. 

There are, like that old Pharisee by night, 
Who talk, in darkness, with the Light of Light, 
Answering, like cuckoos, to each mystery — 
How can it be ? 



How are the dead raised up ? — as 'twere in strife 
With Him, the Resurrection and the Life ; 
As if no mystery to sight and thought 
Were daily brought ! 



But me, content, the Psalmist's rule restrains, 
And from presumptuous words my soul refrains, 
Happy may I but live, all undefiled, 
A weaned child. 



54 A HYMN OF FAITH. 

4- 

For base, at best, that impudence of doubt, 
That mocks the Infinite, with searching out; 
As if Who wrought of Nature the deep plan 
Were weak as Man, 

5- 

I would not be more wise than what is writ, 
In things that are too high for human wit, 
Sublimer far to own th' unbounded Vast 
Around us cast ; 



Where oft, like men of lore who read the face 
Of spangled Night, I seem to feel in space 
New worlds, that were not made for mortal eye, 
To Faith draw nigh. 

7- 

Nor would I follow where, if man hath trod, 
Or mounted as on waxen wings to God, 
Perchance he ventured towards the throne — 
too near 

For holy fear. 



There is a holiest of the holies— where 
The seraphs veil their faces, nor would dare 
Look curious upward : for the Holy One 
Outshines the sun. 



A HYMN OF FAITH. 55 

9- 

Stone-blind the bard — too bold of mind and eyes 
Who there presumed in fancy's flight to rise — 
Stone-blind he turn'd : yet sung of Eden's prime 
In dream sublime. 

10. 

Perchance he err'd, ev'n dreaming, so to blend 
With truth his fable, as if truth to mend. 
Nor yet, like Dante, would I pass below, 
Where spirits go. 

ii. 

Not me the sibyl's bough or lips should win 
Profanely venturing, with the dead in sin, 
To follow Virgil and the Florentine 

'Mid depths unseen. 

12. 

For oh ! what better things, from pride concealed, 
Glorious and vast are to the meek revealed : 
How oft of Heaven we gain what we forego 
By stooping low. 

13- 

How oft, in God's stupendous book, unroll 
Tokens of things unseen, that lift my soul 
Out of earth's dross, beyond this life of sense, 
To realms immense ! 



56 A HYMN OF FAITH. 

14. 

How sweet in childlike love to meet Thy test ; 
Because Thyself I know, to trust the rest ; 
Because Thou mak'st eternity mine own, 
Much to postpone. 

15- 

Not less where Science bids her tapers burn 
It me delights with her to muse and learn, 
Discov'ring more and more, in Nature's plan, 
That humbles man. 

16. 
For He who all things made, makes all things 

new ; 
Makes bare His works to prove His word most 

true ; 
Upbraids our sloth and saith to sense and sight : 
Let there be Light. 

17. 

Hail ! childlike Wisdom, hail Elect of men 
Who range through space, as 'twere with angel's 

ken, 
Yet own how all that makes progressive lore 
Faith knows before. 

18. 
A Holy Ark fast closed ! 'Neath Nature's lid, 
What worlds of wonder unattained lie hid ! 
Sure, of all knowledge and all truth — the key 
Is knowing Thee : 



A HYMN OF FAITH. 57 

I 9 . 

Is knowing Thee, of Love the Bleeding- Lamb ; 
Is knowing Thee, th' unsearchable I Am ; 
Is in the soul thy seven-fold gifts to shrine, 
Spirit Divine. 

20. 
Thine the true Science, Thine the rainbows 

bright 
On Newton's glass where falls one ray of light ; 
For God is Light, and light in reason's noon 
Is found triune. 

21. 

Hail, star-eyed Science ! Welcome to the choir 
Where saints with Seraphim attune the lyre ! 
Welcome the seer august who comes to prove 
God's earth doth move : 

22. 

Whose reverent thought, baptiz'd in heavenly 

dews, 
Not less the Moving Hand discerns and views; 
Discovers, as he scans the starry zone, 
That naught is known : 

2 3- 
Naught but faint whispers from Eternity : 
While dark and deep abides the shoreless sea, 
Where gleans the sage some shells from Na- 
ture's verge, 

Hard by its surge. 



58 A HYMN OF FAITH. 

24. 

Thus let us deal with matter as 'tis meet. 
Tis naught but ashes under Faith's firm feet, 
Naught but the nest where grows the Phoenix- 
wing 

Soon forth to spring : 

25. 

Naught but the cottage frail of moulded clay 
Whose shatter'd walls let in some light of day ; 
Where yearns the soul in life and light to soar, 
Forevermore. 



THE ROSE OF SHARON. 

I am the Rose. — Cant. ii. i. 
I. 

SOME say Crusaders, in Gethsemane, 

Found blood-red flowers that now grow every- 
where ; 
But me, each thorny rose that scents the air, 

Minds of that gory crown on Calvary. 

2. 

Perhaps 'tis true, from spicy seeds that fell 

At Christ's embalming, 'round the rocky door, 
Even as the Saviour to His rest they bore, 

Sprung amaranth and fragrant asphodel. 

3- 

Howe'er it be, I deem since time began 
The flowers were parables to wounded hearts : 
And still their silent fragrance often starts 

Refreshing tears and speaks in signs to man. 

4- 

They rise in beauty, at our Easter tide, 
From nothingness asserting life anew, 
Rise in all colours bursting into view, 

And quickened every one because it died. 



60 THE ROSE OF SHARON. 

5- 

I know their meaning. To my gladsome ear 
The voice of God seems most articulate : 
" Ev'n so," it tells me, " let the dead await 

My call to rise : in time they too shall hear " 

6. 

And shall His children then like earth-worms 

grope, 

And bred of earth with earth contented be ? 

Nay, dear Redeemer, Heaven is ours in Thee, 

And though we die our flesh shall rest in Hope. 



HOLY-WEEK. 

This that is glorious is His apparel . . . Mighty to save. 
— Isaiah, lxiii. i. 

I. 

Who comes from Edom ? Who with garments 

dyed, 

As from the battle comes the conqueror ? 
Thus, 'mid confused noise, the prophet spied 
Far off Immanuel's Day, the crimson gore — 
The battle and the victor-spoils He bore. 
Can this the Lion be — this snow-white Lamb, 
That comes from Bozrah ; while with wild 
uproar, 
The crowds, around Him, lift the wavy palm, 
And shout, for David's Son, his sweet hosanna- 
psalm ? 

2. 

Can this be He, the Mighty One to save, 

Who meek and lowly rides the ass's foal ? 
Such were the tokens Zechariah gave, 

But where the hero of Isaiah's scroll ? 

The Victor in the Victim— O my soul, 
The Lion in the Lamb have faith to see. 

And hear'st thou not, as 'twere the thunder's 
roll, 
The voice prophetic that proclaims — 'tis He, 
Who comes His war to wage, foretelling Victory? 



62 HOLY-WEEK. 

3- 

Thus Faith discerns, in prophecy twofold, 
The Hero-King, the Lamb of lowliest guise : 

Nor marvels that his signs are doubly told, 
Whose many crowns are as the starry skies : 
Whose many wounds are countless mysteries. 

So Judah's lion is his title, there, 

Where stands on Zion, full of wounds and eyes, 

The Lamb once slain : the Lamb our sins to bear, 

Nor less the Lion too, our dragon-foe to tear. 

4- 

For this is He, disclosed in after day, 

On the white horse who rode, with eyes of 
flame : 
Him all the armies of the heavens obey, 

Whom Lord of lords and King of kings they 

claim. 
The seer of Patmos saw them as they came 
On snow-white steeds, and robes as white are 
theirs. 
Faithful and true His Everlasting Name : 
And diadems upon His head He wears, 
Supreme o'er thousand thrones, who God's own 
glory shares. 



MESSIAH. 

Because of the savour of Thy good ointments ; Thy Name 
is as ointment poured forth : therefore do the virgins love 
Thee. — Cant. i. 3. 

I. 

No name but Thine, thou bleeding Lamb, 
From earth's foundations known ; 

No name but Thine, the great I am, 
Is faith's sure corner-stone. 

The martyr's crown, the victor's palm, 

And heaven's eternal Paschal Psalm, 
Exalt that name alone. 



Thy many ointments, Priest and King, 

Messiah Thee proclaim ; 
Thee, Samuel's oil of hallowing, 

On David's youth that came. 
Jacob's anointed Stone — we sing, 
That Rock, the Christ, prefiguring 
Thine own sweet-savoured name. 

3- 

And many crowns, dear Lord, are Thine ; 

Be crowned with Love to-day ! 
The virgins love Thy names divine ; 

The pure in heart are they. 



64 MESSIAH. 

At Simon's feast, where guests recline, 
While breaks this loving heart of mine, 
All this the nard shall say. 

4. 

So Mary mused — and on His head 
Poured forth the sweet perfume ; 

Silent her lips, but all was said 
When fragrance filled the room. 

She gave it for His burial dread, 

Whose Name, like precious ointment shed, 
May sweeten ev'n the tomb. 

5- 

The virgins love Thee. Simon's board 
Shall know with love how deep. 

For all who love Thy Name, is poured 
This balm Thy locks to steep ; 

Ere thorns entwine Thy brow adored, 

Ere 'gainst Thy flock awakes the sword, 
Oh, Shepherd of the sheep ! 



It fills the room ; it fills the earth ; 

Where'er the Promised Seed 
Is worshipp'd, in His dew of birth, 

His Gospel tells her deed. 
Such meet memorial of her worth, 
In Paschal fast and Paschal mirth 
The willing- nations read. 



MESSIAH. 65 



For oh ! death reign'd, and Nature's moan 
From babes and children came ; 

From kings and cotters, born to groan, 
From poor and proud the same. 

Till He the Mighty to atone, 

Made Life and Light and glory known, 
By His Anointed Name. 

8. 

Uprose His Cross ! To mortal eyes 

The Dayspring after Night : 
So doth the Morning Star arise 

Where wand'rers hail its light. 
Messiah's Name and Sacrifice, 
The Christian altar glorifies, 

That shines to Faith so bright. 
5 



GETHSEMANE. 

Though He were a Son, yet learned He obedience by the 
things which He suffered. — Hebrews, v. 8. 

I. 

'Mid olive groves the lantern gleams, 
And water'd glades of Kedron's streams ; 
With sword and staves and front austere 
The lawless band by night draw near, 
While Jesus, on the bended knee, 
Suffers in lone Gethsemane. 



Oh ! stand aside ; draw not too nigh— 
Tis not for mortal ear nor eye 
That conflict or that prayer to scan. 
'Tis not for mind, or thought of man : 
An angel stoops to bear Him up, 
While Jesus drains the Father's cup. 

3- 

The Man of Sorrows — breathes His moan ; 

His pangs unknowable, unknown ! 

A Son, the well-beloved, but still 

Content to do His Father's will, 

Thrice crying to the Holy One, 

" Father, Thy will not mine be done." 



GETHSEMANE. 67 

4- 
Thus in His agonizing swound 
His bloody sweat bedews the ground, 
And perfect made by human fears 
The Man of Sorrows and of Tears, 
Of brother men all tears can share, 
Our pangs can heal, our guilt may bear. 

5- 

But clouds have dimmed the Paschal moon ; 
Of night draws nigh the sombre noon ; 
Heard in the fear His soul that frayed 
The Shepherd, where His sheep are laid, 
Draws nigh, the drowsy flock to seek, 
Of spirit strong, of flesh so weak. 



" Could ye not watch with me one hour ? 
But, oh ! of darkness 'tis the power, 
Sleep while ye may and take your rest. 
But, nay ! no more by sloth oppress'd, 
Wake, let us go ! For lo ! at hand 
Is he who leads their armed band." 



With swords and staves they come — and this 
Is he who gives the treach'rous kiss ! 
" Whom seek ye ? " "Jesus ! " "I am He, 
Let then my harmless flock go free." 



68 GETHSEMANE. 

The Shepherd smitten — flees the flock, 
And trembles he surnamed a Rock. 



Lo ! prompt to fight with flesh and blood, 
He strikes — to make his promise good, 
Yet quails — that bleeding ear restored, 
When Jesus bids — " Put up thy sword." 
Oh ! slow to learn not steel to bare, 
In faith's stern fight of watch and prayer ! 

9- 
Behold the Lamb to slaughter led, 
By wolves athirst His blood to shed, 
And mute as Paschal victims are, 
While Peter follows Him — afar ! 
Far off he follows Christ, and all 
Like him who halt like him must fall. 



THE BETRAYER. 

They were exceeding sorrowful, and began every one of 
them to say unto Him, Lord, is it I ? — St. Matt. xxiv. 22. 



If you fare along the Rhine, 
When the moon at full may shine, 

Be sure to halt at Speyer. 
And when lights and shadows fall 
Hard by the minster wall, 
You may see what I recall, 

And admire. 



Admire, tho' rude the art, 
For it moved my inmost heart, 

And its parable I felt. 
It brought to mind that cry 
Of apostles—" Is it I ? " 
And my heart, as I drew nigh, 

Seemed to melt. 

3- 

Of the river from afar 
No murmur came to jar, 

Of the nearer town no hum. 



JO THE BETRAYER. 

One feels 'tis holy ground, 
'Mid the trees and shrubs around, 
And a holy awe profound 
Strikes you dumb. 

4- 

On a knoll, in soft moonlight, 
Lo ! figures that affright, 

With staves and swords that slay ; 
Climbing on they seem to go, 
Seem moving to and fro, 
Like robbers creeping slow, 

To their prey. 

5- 

Like a serpent's cruel coils 
They wind and weave their toils 

Round a hillock clad with palm ; 
And there, with strange grimace, 
Stands one of thievish face, 
Who points with finger base 

At the Lamb. 

6. 

The Lamb of God I scan, 
The suffering Son of Man, 

And the angel hov'ring o'er; 
As He sinks on bended knee, 
Those pangs I seem to see, 
Which, all for men like me, 

Jesus bore. 



THE BETRAYER. Jl 

7- 

Seen of angels ! So He kneels, 
And mine the guilt He feels, 

And it makes me sore afraid ; 
For oh ! that serpent old, 
His arts are manifold, 
And still is Jesus sold, 

And betrayed. 



Saviour, but for grace, 

Is the human heart so base, 

So prompt to go amiss ! 
As he stands upon the brink, 

1 look, and seem to shrink 
From the traitor, when I think 

Of his kiss ! 

9- 
Is this the man that sate 
And with the Saviour ate 

The supper, ev'n to-day ! 
Whose feet He washed, unclean, 
That hasted from ihe scene, 
Swift to shed His blood, I ween, 

And betray ? 

10. 

From a heart that knows no guile, 
Who turns supremely vile 

In a moment's fiery flame ? 



72 THE BETRAYER'. 

Tis habit, nurs'd full long, 
Makes the last temptation strong, 
And breeds the lust of wrong, 
With its shame. 

ii. 

And so from Holy Writ 

Comes this warning, fair and fit, 

To the heart of one and all : 
Fear and tremble to begin ; 
For adding sin to sin, 
As gamesters waste to win, 

So men fall. 

12. 

If the world from pole to pole 
One might gain, but lose his soul, 

What the profit with the cost ? 
Full many a warning word, 
Like this the traitor heard, 
For pelf that sold his Lord, 

And was lost. 

13-' 
And oh ! his madden'd mood, 
When down the price of blood 

At their feet he dash'd amain — 
Who mock'd with scorn and hate, 
As forth he rushed to fate; 
For repentance came too late, 

And was vain. 



THE BETRAYER. 73 

14- 

But I smite my breast and cry, 
Holy Jesus, " Is it I ?" 

As I linger long" and gaze ; 
God be merciful to me, 
For not the Pharisee, 
But the publican I'd be, 

All my days. 

15- 
'Tis mine — the guilt He feels, 
'Neath the angel as He kneels, 

Mine His Father's mystic frown : 
Methinks I see it yet, 
That brow with dew-drops wet, 
And beads of bloody sweat, 

Dropping down ! 

16. 

Tho' rude and crude the art, 
It stamped upon my heart 

Such thoughts like coals of fire : 
I seem'd indeed to see 
A true Gethsemane, 
As by chance it came to me, 

There in Speyer. 



THE COUNCIL. 

Let our strength be our justice. — Wisdom, ii. n. 



Who wrote the Book of Wisdom ? From his 
pen 
Distill'd the ichor of the prophets' lore. 
What Caiaphas would do, he shewed before, 
And how they slew the Just, foresaw with keen- 
est ken. 

2. 

For while the worldly wise proclaimed their 
dream, 
Should perfect virtue on the earth appear, 
Him all mankind would worship and revere, 
What of the human heart did that true wisdom 
deem ? 



Ev'n Plato, taught by Scriptures of the Jew, 
Foretold what cruel death the Just should die : 
If seen on earth, Him they would crucify 

With shame and scourging : this the sage of 
Greece foreknew. 



THE COUNCIL. 75 

4- 
Come then, pedestrian muse, while I transcribe 
From Wisdom's page those counsels of the 

night 
By forecast written, of the high-priests' spite, 
With scribe and Pharisee and chiefs of every 
tribe. 

5- 
Let us oppress the righteous Man — they cry, 
And for the just man lie in wait, because 
He blames us for transgressing our own laws ! 
He is not of our sort, and sure he ought to die. 

6. 
And contrary to all our ways is he ; 
Rebukes our education and our life ; 
Child of the Lord, with other men at strife, 
Such is this man self-styled, who chides our 
infamy ! 

7- 
As filth he shuns our ways, as if 'twere his 
Alone to know the Lord ! He seemeth made 
Our thoughts to challenge and our deeds 
upbraid. 
We cannot bear a man so just, forsooth, as this. 



Grievous to bear the fashion of his ways 
Whose life is not like ours. If he is gold 
Then we are counterfeits ! Who can behold 

A man so strangely just, nor hate him while they 
gaze ! 



76 THE COUNCIL. 

9- 

God is his Father ! And he maketh boast 
That such as he are blessed in their end ! 
Ha ! let us see — if God be this man's friend — 

What happens in his end, when help he needeth 
most ? 

10. 

Let then His God deliver this His Son, 

If He will have Him — lrom the cross and rod ! 
Blasphemer ! if He be the Son of God, 

Then let the Father save from death His Holy 
One. 



II. 

So they fulfil what law and prophet saith ; 
Such things did they imagine — self-deceived, 
And blind through wickedness — such things 
believed ; 
Let us condemn him then, they said, to shameful 
death. 



12. 

Of blameless souls they loved not the reward, 
Nor knew God's mysteries ; nor wages sought 
Of righteousness — but death, by Satan brought, 

While lo ! the just shall live immortal with the 
Lord. 



THE COUNCIL. JJ 

13- 

So far the Book of Wisdom ; thus they spake, 
As 'twas forewritten. In the midnight dark, 
They wait their victim with their band : and 
hark ! 
They come with clamours rude, the welkin that 
awake. 

14. 

Last prophet of the Jews — 'twas Caiaphas 

Said — " for the Jews, 'twas good, this man 

should die : " 
Now, let the people hear him' prophesy 
What Romans next will do ; for so 'twill come 
to pass. 

15. 

" They shall come hither and our place make 
void, 

And take away our Nation." Even so ! 

In Rome that arch of Titus still may show 
How soon the Romans came and all destroyed. 



CAIAPHAS. 

The high-priest rent his clothes. — St. Matt. xxvi. 65. 
I. 

NIGHT in the cruel high-priest's hall 

And night his soul within ! 
Of Caiaphas— that whited wall, 

Who hath the greater sin. 
How blood-stained in the book of time 

The page that doth record 
His deed of darkness and of crime, 

Who judged his judge and Lord. 

2. 
Go read how meekly him before 

The Lamb of Abel stood ; 
How he who Aaron's mitre bore 

Could shed Messiah's blood : 
Mere type and shadow of the law 

He scorns the substance true, 
And God's High-Priest, whom Abra'm saw, 

This priestly traitor slew. 

3- 

Aye, read that oracle of flame, 

His victim's answer dread ; 
Adjured in great Jehovah's name, 

What God's co-equal said : 
Hereafter, thou who judgest Me 

Before My bar shalt stand, 



CAIAPHAS. 79 

In clouds the Son of Man shalt see 
Enthroned at God's right hand. 

4- 
The high-priest rent his clothes, but knew 

Not half that rending meant ; 
That day, the temple of the Jew, 

That day, its veil was rent. 
His shadowy priesthood thus he doff'd 

With that symbolic vest ; 
Melchizedek, while yet he scoffd 

Before him stood confess'd. 

5- 
Now Caiaphas was he who gave 

This counsel — so it saith — 
The people of the Jews to save 

One man should die the death. 
Like Balaam's beast he prophesied, 

Nor knew 'twas of the Lord ; 
Not of himself he spake, nor lied, 

But voiced the Spirit's word. 

6. 
Then let the Romans come ; their prey 

Their eagles may consume : 
The carcass let them bear away, 

To give the Living room : 
For He the one High-Priest must reign 

Whom Caiaphas made known — 
The Lamb for all the nations slain, 

And not for Jews alone. 



PONTIUS PILATE. 

The Priest shall make an Atonement for the soul that 
sinneth ignorantly and for the stranger that sojourneth 
among them.— Numb. xv. 24-29. 

I. 

Some say he was a Teuton. Where the vine 

Purples the hillsides of his fatherland 
Were bred those hinds, they say, beside the 
Rhine, 
Who toss'd the dice, with red remorseless 
hand, 
On Jesu's raiment. These His corse divine 
Watch'd in the sepulchre ; a brutal band 
Pacing, stern sentries, round that sealed tomb, 
Their shimmering helmets glittering in the 
gloom. 

2. 

It may be so ; the legend suits my song. 

With Pilate came they, those barbarians bold, 
To make his weak dominion sternly strong 

And quell the tribes of Jacob in their hold ; 
Those tribes so fierce against the Romans' wrong, 

Untamed and turbulent and uncontroll'd, 
And daring oft ev'n Roman chiefs to vex, 
W T hile Csesar's yoke weigh'd heavy on their 
necks. 



PONTIUS PILATE. 8l 

3- 
With these, 'twas Pilate's task and toil austere 

To make Tiberius' mastery supreme ; 
Nor marvel that with policy severe 

He scorned their superstitions as a dream. 
Not worse than other Romans, his career 

Was cruel and remorseless in its scheme. 
'Twas policy alike for Jew and Greek 
To trample on the proud and spare the meek. 

4- 
A heathen ; but where Caiaphas was priest, 

And Judas an apostle, soft should be 
A Christian's sad reproaches. This at least 

Concede to Pilate in the history 
Of that portentous day, that bloody feast, 

When even apostles trembl'd and could flee : 
Not all, perchance, ignoble was his mood, 
Who strove and pleaded, feared, and yet with- 
stood. 

5- 
Stern, tearless, of the earth so earthy all, 

Dragg'd from his rest at day-break, see him 
tread 
Contemptuous o'er the marbles of his hall, 

Scorning the rabble that disturb'd his bed. 
Fierce he goes forth, impatient at their call, 
And lo ! the Lamb, rope-bound and thief-like 
led, 
'Mid priests and nobles with their motley crowd, 
Meekly majestic stands, His forehead bowed. 
6 



82 PONTIUS PILATE. 

6. 

Grand in his awful goodness, lambkin dumb 
Before his shearers — how the satrap shrinks 

From that dejected front, amid the hum 

Of voices claiming judgment. Courage sinks 

Before his victim, as like fiends they come, 
Clinch'd fists uplifted, and strange tongues 
methinks, 

Greek, Hebrew, Latin mingled. Hear their cry ! 

Can Pilate scruple one more Jew should die ? 

7- 
Now opes the dreadful drama of that day ! 

"Take him, and judge him for yourselves." 
He turns 
As one contemptuous from their hordes away. 

Louder they clamour, he more fiercely spurns, 
While thirsting for Messiah's blood they say — 
"Not ours to deal the shameful death he 
earns, 
Who breaks our law ; and then 'tis thine alone, 
'Gainst Caesar's rival, to uphold the throne." 



" He makes himself a king ! " they said. 'Twas 
meet 

The son of David, of that palace floor, 
Should tread its art Mosaic under feet ! 

There — never stood a Nazarene before ; 
But Pilate leads him towards his judgment seat, 

And talks with him apart, where arching o'er 



PONTIUS PILATE. 83 

The glistening" pavement, set with coloured stones, 
Vaults flamed with gold, a glory meet for 
thrones. 

9- 
" Art thou a king, then ? " to the Lamb serene 
His judge makes question ; while, instinct with 
fear, 
His eye surveys that meek yet manly mien, 
And feels 'tis strange that he should stand so 
near 
The heir of Solomon. He hearkens keen : 

"Thou sayest it— Who told it thee?" But 

hear — 
More strange those words that followed, when, 

forsooth, 
Of truth He spake ! Said Pilate : " What is 

truth ? " 

10. 

Think of that moment, when, more bright than 
morn, 
Light o'er that heathen flash'd, and left him 
dazed. 
Echoes within his breast a thought new-born, 

As on that awful sufferer he gazed : 
Yes — " What is truth ? " he answered, not with 
scorn ; 
From Truth incarnate, turning more amazed, 
To speak God's truth, defiant of assault: 
Hear him proclaim, " I find in him no fault." 



84 PONTIUS PILATE. 

II. 

Comes to his ear, amid their wild uproar, 
Herod's foul name. Of guilt in Galilee, 

They charge this man of Nazareth ! Full sore 
The hate twixt him and Herod ; yet, thought he, 

This shall make peace between us twain once 
more. 
I'll send the case to Herod for decree: 

" Take him to Herod, then," if so ye say. 

Frantic they hear and sullen they obey. 

12. 

Behold " that fox" ! To his hyaena-den 
They drag the pallid Jesus. Bloody sweat, 

And those long hours of wakefulness — and then 
His famishing and shiv'ring, why forget ? 

These have already marr'd this "scorn of men," 
This patient Man of sorrows. Lo ! 'tis set, 

The court of Herod, and amid their bands, 

Silent, while they make mirth, Messiah stands. 

13- 
"No answer and no miracle," exclaim 

The slaves of Herod ; " let him give us sport." 
Yes, " turn him o'er to spitting and to shame," 

The tyrant bids. They mock his mute deport, 
And men of war deride his regal fame : 

" Now, send him back to Pilate's meaner 
court, 
And deck'd in robes of lustre he shall go, 
Led forth with laughter, o'er his way of woe." 



PONTIUS PILATE, 85 

14. 

Behold, once more 'round Pilate rings their call ; 

Once more his pride confronts their rage, alas ! 
Peevish, far more than proud, and scorning all 

He sees or hears ; for now the surging mass 
Rages like stormy tides of mire and gall, 

Resentful, as they beg for Bar- Abbas. 
" Not Jesus, but the robber ! " so they cried. 
" But, Jesus, then ? " " Let him be crucified ! " 

15- 

Pilate, thy time has come, if man thou art, 

To show thy manhood once, if nevermore ! 
Nay, see him, baffled, feebly faint of heart, 

Of motives mix'd, as 'mid the mad uproar, 
Trembles the balance and new fears upstart. 
One moment — while their clamour calls for 
gore- 
He feels a conscience in his bosom beat ; 
And, silent, ponders on his judgment-seat. 

16. 
For Claudia's message meets him with her plea, 
Her dream of " that Just Man." And shall it 
win 
Justice from such a spouse ? Affrighted he — 

Nay, more affrighted — turns once more within, 

To ask — " Whence art thou ? " Awful mystery ! 

They call'd him "Son of God" amid their din. 

Yes — oh ! " whence art thou ? " What if so it 

were ? 
Could God more god-like meet a worshipper ? 



86 PONTIUS PILATE. 

17- 

As the weak wall resists and not the rock, 
So he withstands ; so smite in dread recoil 

Those waves of fury. Hear their frightful mock — 
" Thou art not Cassar's friend ! " Their wild 
turmoil 

Strikes at his master-passion, like the shock 
Of ocean, when its depths uprise and boil. 

Once more, while yet their crafty cries they urge, 

Pilate acquits — and gives Him to the scourge. 

18. 
Then cometh Jesus forth, in thorny crown 

And robe of purple purpled now afresh : 
For streams the beaded blood his face adown ; 

And of his shoulders bleeds the furrow'd flesh. 
Behold that diadem of Christ's renown ; 

No sheen of gold that glitters in the mesh 
Shows like those thorns — withstand the sight, 

who can ? 
So Pilate feels and cries, — " Behold the man ! " 

19. 
Behold the Man : behold God's only Son ! 

Pilate turns preacher : and who else, like him, 
Before mankind hath set the Holy One ? 

So, seen of angels and the seraphim, 
And seen of sinners thus, while Time shall run, 

Through dazzled eyes, which contrite tears 
bedim — 
Behold the Lamb ! They see — and yet they cry, 
" Away with Him ! Him let us crucify." 



PONTIUS PELATE. 87 

20. 

Bring hither water and the laver bring ! 

See Pilate wash his hands ; he deems 'tis fit 
To them and to their seed this guilt should cling: 

*' His blood on us shall be " — they echo it ! 
" His cross, at least, shall bear His claim of 
King : 

And mine the maxim — What is writ is writ." 
" See, I am innocent of blood," he cries, 
Uplifting his wash'd hands before their eyes. 

21. 

Mock not this rite baptismal : Who art thou 
Call'd Christian, but in spirit all unbless'd, 

And oft ashamed of Jesus ? On thy brow 
The cross is seal'd, but when with loyal breast 

Hast thou for Him fulfilled the soldier's vow, 
Or for that thorny crown and purple vest 

Stood forth like Pilate ! When hast thou, sore- 
tried, 

Wash'd ev'n thine hands to own the Crucified." 

22. 

Take heed when Sodom's self at Christ's right 
hand, 
And foul Gomorrah plead before His bar, 
Lest Pilate rise to judge thee, and may stand 

At that great day anear and thou afar : 
Art thou Christ's soldier ? 'Mid the guilty band 
Of them that hate Him, hast thou gained one 
scar ? 



88 PONTIUS PILATE. 

Scoff not at Pilate's laver, self-baptized, 
If less than his thy christ'ning hath sufficed. 

23- 

Yet can such guilt be pardon'd ! Who shall say ? 

Faith may remove great mountains, and who 
knows 
That Pilate ne'er repented ? But that day 

Full many a Christian Pilate shall disclose ; 
And if that blood their sins can wash away, 

Who crucify afresh the Man of Woes, 
Why not poor Pilate's ? Christ's atonement free, 
Washeth all nations, like the vasty sea. 

24. 

Much have I ponder'd Pilate with such thought, 
Weighing His Word, whose ev'ry word is 
weigh'd, 
And while I hope for him, presuming naught, 
'Tis mine own sin that makes my soul dis- 
may 'd, 
Lest to the Christian's door the crime be brought 

While ev'n for Pilate pardon is up laid. 
Before that day judge nothing : leave him there, 
With Him who for His murderers poured His 
prayer. 

25- 
Yet for all heathen in their vale of death 

Make broad this hope ; and think of Pilate 
then, 



PONTIUS PILATE. 89 

How day by clay, as with all nations' breath, 
His name is named in all the tongues of men. 

"Suffer'd by Pontius Pilate " — so it saith ; 
Nor is one human name within my ken 

So frequent utter'd as this name unblest, 

O'er all the lands and oceans, east or west. 

26. 
By men, by maids, by boys, by women all, 

And all their years of life 'tis said or sung-. 
Where the great Minster lifts its lofty wall, 

Who hath not heard its echoes, while the 
tongue 
Upsends the Creed, before the people fall 

Upon their bended knees — the old and young ? 
Ev'n at his mother's knee the babe must frame 
With pouting lip to lisp poor Pilate's name. 

27. 
Sounds not the dread indictment too severe, 

Roll'd round the globe, and, like the wand'ring 
Jew, 
Never let die ? But — mercy's accents hear : 

" The princes of this world, they never knew 
The wisdom that for Christians shines so clear, 

Else had they never done the deed — who slew 
The Lord of Glory," So exclaims St. Paul, 
And let his verdict plead for Gentiles all. 

28. 
And ev'n at Pilate's bar, that bleeding Lamb 
Hear how His lips dropp'd mercy 'mid his foes: 



90 PONTIUS PILATE. 

" Not thine the greater sin." Nor Creed nor 
psalm 
Forbids the hopes that spring from words like 
those. 
This of his great Atonement lifts the palm 

Victorious over Satan ! Still it flows 
That fountain of Salvation ; still arise 
The fuming savours of that sacrifice. 

29. 
Hear Peter plead : " My brethren : Well, I wot 

Through ignorance ye did it, as did they — 
Your rulers : for ev'n Pilate faltered not, 

Determined to release him — nor gave way 
Till ye denied the Just One." Ne'er forgot, 

Be what the Man of Tarsus too might say, 
As for himself so for the world beside: 
" Mercy I gain'd, for blindly I denied." 

3o. 
Nor shall the rocks of Sinai with their flame 
Prevail against the Cross ; nor those dread 
seals 
Against the Lamb that opes them. His blest 
claim 
The rainbow round His throne in light re- 
veals ; 
And sure the heathen in Messiah's name 

May see Salvation. Ev'n the law appeals 
For mercy to "the stranger," and makes room 
For Gentiles, where its Hebrew censers fume. 



PONTIUS PILATE. 91 

3i- 

Yes, for "the stranger" are soft words engrav'd 
Deep in the law by Moses' iron pen : 

For sins of ignorance the sin-enslaved 

Find mercy in the sweet Atonement then. 

For oh ! the depth ! if Pilate may be saved, 
Sure there is pardon for the world of men, 

And for all sinners grace is multiplied, 

Through the dear love of that blest Lamb that 
died. 

32. 

Methinks poor Pilate stands for human kind, 
For all who sin and know not what they do; 

So tenderly did Jesus love the blind, 

So did His prayer ascend for them that slew. 

Sure, where that crimson Cross hath never 
shined, 
Forgiveness may be found and glory too. 

What Aaron's priest in type might waft away, 

'Twas God's High-Priest wash'd out that dread- 
ful day. 

33- 
Yes, worthy is the Lamb, and who shall tell 

How worthy, save His ransom'd there above, 
Where those sweet Paschal anthems ever swell, 

And higher raptures in the angels move. 
There they who drink from life's exhaustless 
well, 
And sing the wonders of redeeming love, 



92 PONTIUS PILATE. 

Shall show how mercy to the blind is given: 
'Tis our presumptuous sins that cry to heaven ! 

34- 
And this my comfort when I chant the Creed, 

That not for doom we name poor Pilate's 
name, 
But, as it were, for guilty souls to plead, 

Who sin like him, unknown of sin the shame. 
Oh ! blest be He who died to intercede, 

Methinks the depths of pardon we proclaim — 
Naming one sinner's name, for whom He cried, 
" Father, forgive them " — through the Crucified. 



GABBATHA. 

Ecce Homo. — S. John, xix. 5. 
I. 

The ploughers ploughed their furrows red 

Upon His back bent down, 
Then, in the purple robe — His head 

Torn by the thorny crown — 
Came forth of men the Man — and Pilate said : 
Behold the Man ! 

2. 
The Man that is my fellow — saith 

God in the prophet's page : 
Behold the Man of Nazareth 

Confronts the rabble's rage ; 
'Tis God-with-us consents to scorn and death. 
Behold the Man ! 

3- 

He comes, He bleeds, and meek He stands, 

And mute His murderers gaze ; 
The reed bemocks His royal hands, 

Who God's own sceptre sways : 
Bows ev'n the Roman heart that thus com- 
mands : 

Behold the Man ! 



94 GABBATHA. 

4- 

Oh ! moment in the march of time 

The greatest and the worst, 
When stoops the Son of God sublime 

So low, 'mid men accurst. 
'Tis heathen Pilate thus rebukes their crime : 
Behold the Man ! 

5- 
Poor Pilate ! That stupendous scene 

He made, for oh ! he felt 
How meek in Majesty His mien, 

And — sure their hearts must melt ; 
So thought he — and he spake with awe, I ween: 
Behold the Man ! 

6. 

Not then, as now, might instant Art 

That sight so dread make fast, 
And grave, as with the sunbeam's dart, 

What they beheld aghast ; 
But Lord ! of all mankind, make every heart 
Behold the Man ! 

7- 
For nevermore shall fade away 

That momentary view ; 
Age after age, day after day, 

To faithful sOuls made new: 
Echoes that voice, and still shall sound for aye: 
Behold the Man ! 



GABBATHA. 95 



Nor yet that voice shall cease to thrill 

Ev'n those who sing the psalm 
Of Moses on the heavenly hill ; 
For while they see the Lamb 
And sing - the Lamb once slain they hear it 
still : 

Behold the Man ! 



CALVARY. 

In the Mount of the Lord it shall be seen.— Gen. xxii. 14. 
In this Mountain.— Isaiah, xxv. 6. 

I. 

As the strong swimmer spreads his hands to swim 

So shall his hands be spread, 
And seen of angels, seen of seraphim 

Work wonders 'mid the dead ; 
Shall spoil — of powers and princedoms of the 
air — 

Their portion and their prey, 
Like Moses, when the Cross he made in prayer, 

On old Rephidim's Day. 

2. 
Here the dark veil of death that covers o'er 

The face of nations all, 
Those pierced hands shall rend, and nevermore 

Their tears undried shall fall. 
Death shall be swallowed up that day of days, 

In victory and peace ; 
And in this mount of God shall songs of praise 

Begin, no more to cease. 

3- 
And there the Lord shall make our Paschal 
Feast ; 
Wines on the lees refined. 



CALVARY. 97 

While swells the Alleluia, west and east, 

From all redeem'd mankind, 
A man shall be our refuge from the storm, 

From blighting heat and shade ; 
When for the poor oppress'd Immanuel's form 

The Crucified is made. 
7 



FOLLOWING THE LAMB. 

Whithersoever he goeth.— Rev. xiv. 4. 



The patient Lamb of God, I see, 
As forth He goes to Calvary, 
And travels o'er that doleful road, 
Bearing the cross, his bitter load. 

2. 

That cross, my soul, thy sins have made, 
On Him thy sins that cross have laid : 
How should the thought thy heart appall, 
Beneath such load, to see Him fall ! 

3- 

Oh, Lamb before Thy shearers dumb, 
Like the Cyrenian lord I come, 
And fain like him compelled would be, 
To bear Thy burden after Thee. 



Let me for Thee take up the cross, 
And count my life, my all, but loss, 
If so partaker of Thy pain, 
Thy crown at last may be my gain. 



FOLLOWING THE LAMB. 99 

5- 

Dear Lord, whatever cross it be 
Thy love on earth allots to me, 
Oh, may Thy servant ne'er repine, 
Remembering what a cross was Thine ! 



Yet make no sorer cross my share 
Than Thou canst teach me how to bear ; 
Remember, Lord, how frail I am, 
How faint in following the Lamb ! 



THE CROSS-BEARER. 

Him they compelled to bear His cross. — St. Matt. 
xxvii. 32. 



The rustic Simon from Cyrene came, 

A Gentile born, 
Perchance of Ham's dejected race and name, 

Who little dreamed that morn, 
As to the town he fared to keep the Feast, 
His name should be remember'd, west and east, 
Forever and forever, as of one 
Who did that day the deed which angels would 
have done. 



Him they compelled Messiah's cross to bear, 

With rude arrest ; 
Mocking the plain wayfarer's vacant stare, 

His awe and look distress'd. 
A stranger proselyte, amaz'd was he 
Entangl'd in that rabble throng to be, 
To hear the soldiers' cry and see withal 
Beneath his cruel load the dear Redeemer fall. 



THE CROSS-BEARER. IOI 

3- 

Unseen, what heavenly legions then down flew 

Him to upbear ! 
Archangels stretch'cl their loving arms — but" 

knew 
They might no further dare : 
'Twas Simon's lot alone to lift the load, 
And following Jesus o'er the tearful road, 
To share his Saviour's burden : foremost he 
Of all that bear the cross ; who would not 

Simon be ? 

4- 
Who would not give his dearest Lord relief 

'Mid shame and blows ? 
Who covets not to soothe the Saviour's grief 

With tender words, like those 
Who follow'd near with woman's tears and cries ? 
Nay, from such longings to life's duties rise : 
Bear but the cross thou art compelled to bear, 
And following thus thy Lord — so shalt thou do 
thy share. 



THE WAY OF SORROWS. 

Bearing His cross. — St. Luke. 
I. 

Bearing the cross, that baleful load, 
He toils along the bitter road ; 
The patient Lamb, the cruel tree 
Drags forth to ghastly Calvary. 



When faint He falls, so worn and weak, 
How to my soul His sorrows speak, 
For in that load my sins I scan, 
Borne by the lowly Son of Man. 

3- 

Soon was that cross His racking bed 
For quivering limbs and writhing head, 
Where streaming wound and straining eye 
Told of His mortal agony. 

4- 

Blest Saviour, this for me to bear 
Was thine, and what for Thee my share ? 
Shall I for Thee no prize lay down, 
Accept no cross, yet claim the crown ? 



THE WAY OF SORROWS. 103 

5- 

Take up the cross ! Tis hard to do, 
But mercy comes with precept too : 
Mine be the cross Thy love ordains, 
What Christ compels His grace sustains. 



GOLGOTHA. 

And Abraham said, My son, God will provide Himself 
a Lamb. —Gen. xxii. 8. 

I. 

Little the rich man thought, 

When as that place of skulls, that field 
Of frightful Golgotha he bought, 
All that he did was sealed 
Long time before, in old Isaiah's song ; 
Strange what his gold might buy should not to 
him belong. 



It was Moriah's height, 

On the third day that did arise, 
Marked by the dread Shekinah's light, 
To Father Abraham's eyes : 
Fast by his side a youth pursued the road 
Who on his shoulders bore a fagot's fearful 
load. 

3- 

" Here on this mount — God's hill," 

The patriarch said, "it shall be seen — 
Let us but work His holy will — 
What all these wonders mean." 



GOLGOTHA. 105 

"But where the Lamb?" the voice of Isaac 

cried : 
" Here in this mount, my son, God will the Lamb 

provide." 

4- 

Lo ! where the ram of old 

Was in the tangled thicket caught, 
Where Isaac's bonds the cross foretold, 
That field the rich man bought. 
In vile neglect Jehovah-Jireh lay ; 
And none remembered now that name of 
Abraham's day. 

5- 

The gibbet's baleful gloom, 

The jackal's loathsome feast was there, 
Till Joseph made the rock a tomb 
And hedged a garden fair : 
Nor dreamed that priests should seek, in Pilate's 

name, 
That ransomed rock, once more, to rear a cross 
of shame. 

6. 
Isaiah's words fulfilled ! 

On either hand a felon's tree, 
For so the loving Father willed 
That His dear Son should be. 
As with the wicked in his death of gloom, 
So with the rich, in state, in faithful Joseph's 
tomb. 



106 GOLGOTHA. 

7- 
That Golgotha accurst 

Holds the new Adam in its cave ; 
And oh ! how all unlike the first — 
An Eden from a grave 
He gives in that sweet garden, where his Bride 
Rose, like a fairer Eve, forth from his wounded 
side. 



THE MAN OF SORROWS. 

Is it nothing to you ? — Lamentations, i. 12. 
I. 

They err not who have said, of yore, 

Ev'n the child Jesus suffer'd sore, 

And all His days for us the cross of Calvary bore. 

2. 

And Art this truth hath well made known, 
Where — ev'n with Joseph's tools, is shown 
The child who frames a cross to wake his 

mother's moan. 

3- 
Those lesser sorrows why forget, 
That strewed the path before Him set, 
And gathered 'round his death, as 'twere an evil 

net ? 

4- 
He fasted in the desert bare ; 
But every day — behold His care 
Of our indulgent flesh to taste no pleasing share. 

5- 
Those senses five that work our fall, 
And oft the nobler mind enthrall, 
How, in his passion's pangs, they suffered one 
and all ! 



Io8 THE MAN OF SORROWS. 



He saw — constrain 'd His aching sight — 
Men's faces fierce as beasts that fright, 
Or made like shapes that scowl in visions of the 
night. 

7- 

He heard — as 'twere of fiends that fell — 
The curses and the wolfish yell, 
While murd'rers gnash'd their teeth and howl'd 
like hounds of hell. 



He smell'd — the savour foul and rank, 
Ere gall and vinegar he drank ; 
And spittle smear'd his face from mouths like 
tombs that stank. 



9- 

He tasted — while they mock'd and laugh'd — 
The dripping sponge, but left unquaffd, 
Ev'n in his thirst of death, that nauseous dole and 
draught. 

10. 

He felt — the blows, the thorns — but this 

More keen than nails — the serpent-hiss 

Of him who stung his cheek with treacherous lip 

and kiss. 



THE MAN OF SORROWS. IO9 

II. 

"Ye that pass by — behold and see, 
The sorrows that are done to me. 
And is it naught to you ? " He asks — and answer 
ye. 

12. 

We answer at the font, and there 
Promise for His dear sake the cross to bear ; 
But, oh ! forgive us Lord, and us poor sinners 
spare. 



THE CROSS. 

And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men 
unto me. — St. John, xii. 32. 

I. 

Saviour, on thine uplifted Tree 
How soon Thy saving work began, 

Drawing all human hearts to Thee, 
For dying men the dying Man. 

2. 
Foremost of those who fled — draws near, 

With Mary by the cross to stand, 
That one whom Jesus loved — to hear 

His pard'ning word, His sweet command. 

3- 
Full soon is changed the. vacant stare 

Of those who raised the cross so high, 
For sitting down they watched Him there, 

Touched by that meek, forgiving cry. 

4- 
Then scribe and priest the ebb discerned 

Of passion's tides that stormed before ; 
When smote their breasts and slow returned 

Mockers who now could mock no more. 

5- 
Vain those appeals and scoffs renew'd — 
" Others He saved, not self, we see : " 



THE CROSS. Ill 

For conscience owns ingratitude ; 
So base ourselves, so gracious He ! 

6. 

And lo ! the thief reclaimed at last 

Seems tow'rds the Christ more near to move, 

For ev'n those arms, though pinioned fast, 
Embrace His all-embracing love. 

7- 
'Tis finished ! At the mighty cry 

Uprose the dark that veiled His death, 
Forth flames the cross, in victory, 

While rend the flinty rocks beneath. 

8. 

Then broke one Roman heart as hard, 
That long had pondered with amaze, 

And marvelled at the victim marr'd, 
That fixed his stern, astonish'd gaze. 

9- 

The moment that his Saviour died, 

Fresh from that heart came forth his creed : 

" This was a righteous man," he cried — 
" This was the Son of God, indeed." 

io. 

O Lamb of God — that cross of thine, 
When shall mankind its glory see ? 

When shall be felt its might divine, 
To draw all human hearts to Thee ? 



THE THREE CROSSES. 

He said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me, when Thou 
comest into Thy kingdom. — St. Luke, xxiii. 42. 

I. 

At morn or eve, one shining sphere 
Sheds its reflected light serene, 

But holds its course the sun so near, 
That few the little star have seen. 

2. 

Behold in all its solar blaze 

The Cross of Christ, the death divine ! 
How mean beside its morning rays 

The martyr's noblest trophies shine ! 

3- 

The thief's repentant cross to view 
Not many for a moment turn : 

The Cross of Christ so near — how few 
Those meaner splendors can discern ! 

4- 
Yet think what ev'n that cross supplies, 

And what reflected light it throws : 
How the Great Cross it glorifies, 

And all its might and mercy shows ! 



THE THREE CROSSES. 113 

5- 

Not the mere martyr Jesus hangs 
Upon the nails and bows his head ; 

For His are our redemption's pangs, 
His blood is for atonement shed. 



That other cross the Saviour's power 
Displays in all His might to save ; 

He dies, but in that awful hour 

From Satan's thralidom frees the slave. 

7- 

Nor frees alone, but clothes with light 
The soul so dark to Him that turns : 

For when were faith and hope more bright 
Than His, who there his God discerns ? 



A king — though like a worm he seems ; 

Almighty — though they crucify ; 
His God — though Him the priest blasphemes ; 

His Saviour — who consents to die ! 

9- 

The Resurrection and the Life, 

While groaning on the cross he hung ; 

How strong the faith, with fact at strife, 
That fired the malefactor's tongue ! 
8 



114 THE THREE CROSSES. 

IO. 

A thief, a sinner base at morn, 

On that blest Lamb has fix'd his eyes, 

And heard His words — till, newly born, 
He lives — and all in glory dies. 

II. 

Dies, but confesses, first, his Lord ; 

Pleads with his twin in shame and crime ; 
Repents and prays, and wins the word 

Of peace and promise so sublime. 

12. 

The faith that prayed — " Remember Me 
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come "- 

How great ! His kingdom to foresee ; 
That Lamb before His shearers dumb ! 

13- 

Back to fair Eden's guarded door 
Redeeming love in mercy goes ; 

The flaming sword is seen no more, 
Of Paradise the gates unclose. 

14. 

Of Paradise — but not the same, 

Nor of a kingdom far away ; 
But " thou, with me, who own'st my Name, 

Shalt be in Paradise this day." 



THE THREE CROSSES. 115 

15. 

Thus dies the Christ, the war to wage 
With hosts of hell ; while yet to prove 

His power to save — behold the gauge 
In this the trophy of His love ! 

16. 

The earth its depth, the heaven its height, 
Its breadth the widespread world may know, 

And lo ! the fourfold cross, in light, 
This parable might seem' to show. 

17. 
Of Golgotha — those crosses three, 

That Cross of Christ, the twain between, 
Unfold Redemption's mystery, 

And tell what all life's myst'ries mean.- 

18. 

He that believes, though dead he were, 
Shall in His kingdom live and reign ; 

Who scorns the Atoning Sufferer, 
Beholds His crimson 'd cross in vain. 



THE ATONEMENT. 

No man may deliver his brother nor make agreement 
unto God for him, for it cost more to redeem their souls.— 
Ps. xlix. 7, 8. 

I. 

Hail Cross of Christ, whose crimson stains 

Flow from the dear Redeemer's veins ; 

Our only hope, our only plea, 

Our refuge from the storm is He ; 

And blest the Father's love, who gave — 

In Him — the Mighty One to save. 



Of sinful flesh how poor the dream 
That man his brother may redeem, 
Or for himself redemption win, 
By human merit cleansed from sin. 
Dear Lamb of God, thy blood alone 
Is all-sufficient to atone. 

3- 

Hail Cross of Christ, o'er life's dark sea, 

Rising our Star of Hope to be ! 

Through clouds and storms that lower around 

Thy radiance breaks, and peace is found, 

And guided by thy light, at last, 

The port appears, the waves are passed. 



THE ATONEMENT. 117 

4- 
Poor pilgrim through a world of woe, 
While here I fare and toil below, 
Cheer'd by thy beams, as pilgrims are 
Who but descry one friendly star, 
Still shall my heart contented sing, 
Hail Cross of Christ, my God and King ! 



HYSSOP. 

Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean.— Psalm, li. 7. 
I. 

The bitter hyssop, springing from the wall, 
While Solomon the king is passing by, 
Of that imperial sage attracts the eye ; 

But did that eye foresee the vinegar and gall ? 

2. 
A greater King than Solomon is here, 
Of that strange herb, the true interpreter, 
Whose pungent scent is as the bitter myrrh, 
Whose taste like Sodom's sea, or Marah's fount 
austere. 

3- 
O'er Moses' book its spray the hyssop throws ; 
Its crimson stain the Hebrew's door makes 

sure ; 
The purge of sin, the loathsome leper's cure, 
All teach — from Christ alone the blood of sprin- 
kling flows. 

4- 
The awful groan from His deep heart that burst 
When, uncomplaining on the nails He hung, 
When, from the dust of death, His parched 
tongue 
The last fierce torture told in that one word — I 
thirst: 



HYSSOP. II9 

5- 
That cry expounds the Levite's hyssop-bough, 
The sponge, with gall and acrid juice, that 

drips, 
The reed with hyssop bound that mocks his 
lips — ■ 
All these, Messiah's signs, are seen in Jesus now. 

6. 

Kneel we beneath His Cross of Sacrifice, 

Smiting the breast, and trembling to draw 

near ; 
Yet all these tokens reading, with deep fear, 
While Nature blackens o'er : the Lord of Nature 
dies. 

7- 
For so, in jot and tittle, all fulfill'd, 

Even to the hyssop are His signs foreshown ; 
Behold the pierced side, th' unbroken bone ; 
The Paschal Lamb with bitter herbs is killed. 



Around the cross, with thorn and spear and 

reed, 

This plant we twine, of mystic worth not least ; 

Behold and see, how for Our Great High Priest, 

The Law and Prophets blend, to deck those 

hands that bleed ! 



THE DESIRE OF NATIONS. 

So shall He sprinkle many nations.— Isaiah, Hi. 15. 



Saviour, sprinkle many nations ! 

Fruitful let thy sorrows be, 
By thy pains and consolations 

Draw the Gentiles unto thee. 
Of thy Cross the wondrous story, 

Be it to the nations told : 
Let them see Thee in thy glory, 

And thy mercy manifold. 



Far and wide, though all unknowing, 

Pants for thee each mortal breast : 
Human tears for Thee are flowing, 

Human hearts in Thee would rest. 
Thirsting as for dews of even, 

Or the new-mown grass for rain, 
Thee they seek as God of Heaven, 

Thee as man for sinners slain. 



Saviour, lo ! the isles are waiting, 

Stretched the hand and strained the sight. 



THE DESIRE OF NATIONS. 121 

For thy spirit, new-creating, 

Love's pure flame and wisdom's light : 
Give the word, and of the preacher 

Speed the foot and touch the tongue, 
Till on earth, by every creature, 

Glory to the Lamb be sung. 



NICODEMUS. 

With the rich in his death. — Isaiah, liii., 9. 
I. 

They came to Nicodemus, him to mock 
Because with them no part he bore, 
And they had mock'd him once before : 

Now let him share the shame and feel its shock ! 

2. 

Him then they told his prophet was no more ; 

Was hanging lifeless on the tree ; 

With thieves was hanging — there on Calvary, 
Just as the serpent was uphung of yore ! 

3- 

Started that ruler at the taunt severe : 

Nay, have they made his blood to stream ? 
Made that white Lamb a serpent seem ? 

Oh ! where was I ? Alas ! too late I hear. 

4- 

Came back those words — came back that lamp- 
lit scene, 

When first he sought the Christ to see, 

And came by night so stealthily, 
'Mid Olive's groves to find the Nazarene : 



NICODEMUS. 123 

5- 

" As Moses lifted up that brazen sign, 
So must the Son of Man," he said, 
" Be lifted up." Strange words and dread ! 

But now 'tis all unveil'd — their sense divine. 



Uprose that ruler of the Jews : uprose 
Unwonted courage in his breast. 
He came with Joseph, and thrice blest 

These bore the dear Redeemer to repose. 



THE BURIAL. 

Then took they the body of Jesus and wound it in linen 
clothes, with the spices as the manner of the Jews is to bury. 
St. John, xix., 40. 

1. 

Yes, 'tis finished ! All is done 
Man could do to God the Son. 
Hangs He there upon the Tree ; 
In His side the Fountain see, 
Gory hands and drooping brow, 
Bruised and marr'd ! 'Tis finished now. 

2. 

Loose we then the thorny crown ; 
Take the glorious victim down ; 
Draw the nails with tender care ; 
Gently, now, the body bear: 
Spread and fold his winding-sheet, 
Store its bands with spices sweet. 

3- 

Through the garden, seek the tomb; 
Lift the torch to light its gloom ; 
Lo ! about the sacred bier 
Prince and senator appear ! 
With the poor his dwellings were 
With the rich his sepulchre ! 



THE BURIAL. 125 

4- 

Roll the stone upon the door ! 
Longing, looking back once more, 
Turn we as we beat the breast, 
Leaving Jesus to His rest. 
Gentle Marys, do not stay ; 
Hallow yet one Sabbath-day ! 



THE SEPULCHRE. 

To the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense, 
until the day break and the shadows flee away.— Canticles, 
iv., 6. 

I. 

Ye that, lingering near the spot, 
Keep your vigil fearing not ; 
Musing, weeping, where the grave 
Holds the g-uest that died to save. 



Holy Marys — saw ye then, 
How they came with armed men ? 
Heard, as through a wilderness, 
Heavy footsteps near you press ? 

3- 

" Whose the tomb ? For whom ? " they cry, 
As their torches blaze on high ; 
"Come we, lest the dead should stir — 
Sentries round a sepulchre ? " 

4- 
Tell them 'tis the royal bed 
Where a conqueror lays his head : 
'Tis the rest of David's son ; 
'Tis the couch of Solomon ! 



THE SEPULCHRE. 127 

5- 

By these signs of pillar'd smoke, 
Learn of what the prophet spoke ; 
For the funeral lights ye bear, 
Fume with spice and incense rare. 



Let the glorious Victor sleep, 
Threescore guards his state shall keep, 
Posted round, a goodly sight, 
Sword on thigh, through all the night. 

7- 

Roman guards, expert in war, 
Israel's too, not less ye are : 
If — " no king but Caesar " — then, 
Ye are Israel's valiant men ! 



Jealous Jews, that slew your King, 
Lo ! what royal pomp ye bring, 
Guilty fears may thus provide 
Honours for the Crucified. 

9- 
Shines the moon — the guard is set ; 
Glistening helms with dew-drops wet, 
And their spears make shining show, 
Pacing slowly to and fro. 



128 THE SEPULCHRE. 

IO. 

Seal the stone with Pilate's gem ; 
Daughters of Jerusalem, 
By the hinds and by the roes 
Rouse him not from sweet repose. 

ii. 

Where the mountain scents of myrrh, 
Frankincense and fragrant fir, 
He is gone, till break of day, 
Till the shadows flee away. 

12. 

He that in the garden knelt, 
He in Olive's groves that dwelt, 
Here His bruised flesh hath laid, 
In a garden's grateful shade. 

13- 
Leave Him — 'tis the prophet's word — 
Till the turtle's voice is heard ; 
Leave Him till the darkness flees : 
Wake Him not until He please. 



EASTER. 

The Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath 
prevailed.— Rev. v., 5. 



Wake the world ! The morning breaks, 

Lo ! the Lord of life awakes, 

See his glory in the skies ! 

Christ is risen : let us rise. 

Of His Promise naught hath failed: 

Judah's Lion hath prevailed. 

2. 

Sing the patient Lamb's repose, 
Sing the Lion that uprose : 
Lamb of God, our sins to bear, 
Lion, death and hell to tear ; 
Lamb-like in the grave to lie ; 
Judah's Lion ne'er to die. 

3- 

Wake, the wondrous tale to tell 
How He broke the bars of hell. 
He that lay among the dead, 
Death itself hath captive led : 
Death and hell, the sting and flame, 
Judah's Lion overcame. 
9 



I30 EASTER. 

4- 

Wake the never-ending psalm ; 

Song of Moses and the Lamb ; 

Of the Lamb, a Victim rent, 

Of the Lion's hardiment, 

Spread His praise from shore to shore 

Judah's Lion dies no more. 

5- 

Sing His waking from the dead ; 
Shook the hills, the ocean fled : 
Springs of life the grave revealed, 
Garden closed and fountain sealed ; 
And, like lightning from the gloom, 
Judah's Lion rent the tomb. 

6. 
Christ is risen ! weep no more : 
Sing the glorious Conqueror ; 
Songs of His salvation sing : 
Where, O Death, thy cruel sting ! 
Worthy is the Lamb once slain ; 
Judah's Lion, live and reign ! 



EASTER IN THE GARDEN. 

Very early in the morning, the first day of the week, they 
came unto the Sepulchre at the rising of the sun. — St. Mark, 
xvi., 2. 

MARY AND SALOME. 

Tell us, Gard'ner dost thou know 
Where the Rose and Lily grow, 
Sharon's Crimson Rose and pale 
Judah's Lily of the Vale ? 
Rude is yet the opening year, 
Yet their sweetest breath is here. 

GARDENER. 

Daughters of Jerusalem, 
Yes, 'tis here we planted them, 
'Twas a Rose all red with gore, 
Wondrous were the thorns it bore ! 
'Twas a body swathed in white, 
Ne'er was Lily half so bright. 

THE WOMEN. 

Gentle Gard'ner, even so, 

What we seek thou seem'st to know. 

Bearing spices and perfume, 

We are come to Joseph's tomb ; 

Breaks ev'n now the rosy day ; 

Roll us, then, the stone away. 



132 EASTER IN THE GARDEN. 

GARDENER. 

Holy women ! this the spot. 
Seek Him, but it holds Him not. 
This the holy mount of myrrh, 
Here the hills of incense were, 
Here the bed of His repose, 
Till, ere dawn of day, He rose. 

MAGDALENE. 

Yes, my name is Magdalene : 
I myself the Lord have seen. 
Here I came, but now, and wept 
Where I deem'd my Saviour slept. 
But He called my name — and lo ! 
Jesus lives, 't is even so. 

GARDENER. 

Yes, the mountains skipped like rams ; 
Leaped the little hills like lambs. 
All was dark, when shook the ground, 
Quaked the Roman soldiers round, 
Streamed a glorious light, and then 
Lived the Crucified again. 

THE WOMEN. 

Magdalene hath seen and heard ! 
Gard'ner, we believe thy word. 
But oh ! where is Jesus fled, 
Living and no longer dead ? 
Tell us, that we too may go 
Where the Rose and Lily grow. 



EASTER IN THE GARDEN. • 1 33 

MAGDALENE. 

Come, the stone is rolled away ; 

See the place where Jesus lay ; 

See the lawn that wrapp'd His brow ; 

Here the angel sat but now. 

" Seek not here the Christ," he said ; 

"Seek not life among the dead." 

ALL. 

Seek we then the life above ; 
Seek we Christ, our Light and Love. 
Now His words we call to mind : 
If we seek Him we shall find ; 
If we love Him we shall go 
Where the Rose and Lily grow. 



THE EASTER EUCHARIST. 

He was known of them in breaking of bread.— St. Luke, 
xxiv., 35. 

I. 

Body of Jesus, oh sweet food ! 
Blood of my Saviour, precious Blood ! 
On these thy gifts, Eternal Priest, 
Grant Thou my soul in faith to feast. 



Weary and faint I thirst and pine 
For Thee my Bread, for Thee rny Wine, 
Till strengthen'd— as Elijah trod, 
I journey to the Mount of God. 

3- 
There, clad in white, with crown and palm, 
At the great supper of the Lamb, 
Be mine, with all thy Saints to rest, 
Like him that leaned upon thy breast. 

4- 
Saviour, till then, I fain would know 
That feast above by this below ; 
This Bread of Life, this wondrous Food, 
Thy Body and Thy precious Blood. 



THE BIRD SONG. 

The flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of 
birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. 
— Canticles, ii., 12. 

1. 

The winter is over and gone at last, 
The days of snow and rain are past, 
Over the fields the flowers appear, 
It is the Turtle's voice we hear. 

CHORUS. 

The singing of birds, 

A warbling band, 

And the Spirit's voice ! 
The voice of the Turtle is heard in our land. 
repeat. — The time it is of the singing of birds, 

The singing of birds, etc. 

2. 
And gone are the plaintive days of Lent, 
The week of the Cross with Christ we spent. 
Now he giveth us joy for woe — 
Gather the flowers the first that blow. 

CHORUS. 

The singing of birds, 

A warbling band, 

And flowers are words, 
Are words the faithful may understand. 
repeat. — The time it. is, etc. 



136 THE BIRD SONG. 

3- 

A sepulchre sealed, a rock its door, 
But winter is gone and comes no more. 
The seal is broken, and now are seen 
Valleys and woods and gardens green ! 

CHORUS. 

The singing of birds, 
A warbling band, 
'Mid flocks and herds 
The song of all Nature is heard in our land ! 

REPEAT. — The time it is, etc. 



And Christ is the song of everything ! 
For Death is winter, and Christ the spring ; 
Fountains that warble in purling words — 
Hark ! how they echo the " Song of Birds : " 

CHORUS. 

The singing of birds, 
A warbling band, 
And the purling words 
Of brooks and waters are heard in our land. 

repeat. — The time it is of the singing of birds, 

The singing of birds, 

A warbling band, 

And the Spirit's voice ! 
The voice of the Turtle is heard in our land. 



THE BUTTERFLY. 

I have said to corruption thou art my father ; to the worm 
thou art my mother and my sister. — Job, xvii., 14. 



WHERE the grave-digger plies his fearful trade, 

With mattock and with spade, 
Upturning bones and skulls of hollow eye, 
Oft lights upon a head, the butterfly, 
Cresting its forehead with a gaudy wing, 
And fluttering, like a soul, about that horrid 
thing. 

2. 
An idle thought ; but, in that garden's bound, 

That place of skulls around, 
Hovered, perchance, that day the Saviour rose, 
The Tyrian moth, as beautiful as those 
Whose purpled pinions glitter in the sun 
Of Ormuz or of Ind, arrayed like Solomon. 

3- 
Nor deem it vain, a worm may seem sublime 

In Easter's golden prime, 
Thus deck'd, and flitting like embodied breath 
That pants in resurrection out of death, 
For thus to me a parable is shown ; 
What Christ of lilies spake expounds not flowers 
alone. 



I38 THE BUTTERFLY. 

4- 

For if a worm in winding-sheet down lies, 

Instinct with power to rise ; 
If the poor thing - that crawled may soar — a 

nymph, 
That fed on dust — may suck the honey 'd lymph, 
That rotted in dishonour — may be seen 
Transfigur'd ev'n like him that dazzled Sheba's 

Queen. 

5- 
Oh ! faithless we, shall God so clothe a worm, 

So raise from earth that form, 
And leave His children dear, in icy shade, 
All unremember'd and forgotton laid ? 
Shall we, when Christ returns, less glorious 

spring 
Out of the dust of death than that transfigur'd 

thing ? 



EASTER-EGGS. 

My hand hath found, as a nest, the riches of the people, 
and as one gathereth eggs.— Isaiah x. 14. 

I. 

My godson, dear delighted child, 
Held up his Easter-eggs, and wild 

With Easter-mirth, ranged here and there, 
To show their colours, manifold, 
Their dappled hues, their blue and gold, 

Like mossy agates rich and rare. 

2. 

Nonsense profane for Easter day, 
Away with toys — the churl might say : 

But nay, dear boy, hear words of mine ! 
These colours kindly Art hath made; 
But hidden in the forest's shade, 

The birds have brighter eggs than thine. 

3- 

Where thickest hazels weave a screen, 
The school-boy prying through the green, 

When blossoms first the fragrant May, 
Spies, deep the tangled boughs amid, 
The mother-bird, in nest half-hid, 

Till — there, alas ! she whirrs away. 



140 EASTER-EGGS. 

4- 
He gazes — but he scorns a theft : 
What pebbles in her nest she left, 

What marvels and what wondrous dyes ! 
How strange, beneath a warbler's wings, 
That God should hide such mystic things 

From man's cold heart and faithless eyes. 

5- 

Night's glitt'ring worlds the Maker plann'd, 
Yet deigned the same Almighty hand 

To deck the little linnet's nest, 
And freak with many a brilliant boss, 
Those pearls, within their bed of moss, 

She presses with maternal breast. 

6. 
Then let the precious gems lie hid ; 
For so thy mother, boy, would bid, 

She that hath made thy bed so soft ; 
Yet come thou mayest, to watch the spot, 
Till forth from each enamell'd grot, 

Breaks life, at last, and springs aloft. 

7- 
Heavenward it soars, and soaring, sings 
An Easter-song, on joyous wings, 

For lo ! what seem'd a stone is rent ; 
Like Joseph's sepulchre it breaks ; 
Forth springs a living thing, and wakes 

Each list'ning ear to ravishment. 



EASTER-EGGS. 141 



There's not a wing that cleaves the sky 
But once did, like the Saviour, lie 

All seal'd, as in a stony grave. 
These creatures scarce to earth belong ; 
They fill the firmament with song; 

They sing the Lamb that died to save. 

9- 
The Resurrection and the Life 
Well may their nests, with myst'ry rife 

To man's dull soul and sense portend. 
So, when Christ's coming gilds its gloom, 
Shall break the torpor of the tomb ; 

So, shall the sons of God ascend. 

to. 

And such the sympathy, they say, 
Of birds with Christ, on Easter-Day, 

When from His rocky tomb He sprung, 
That every Qgg, in every nest 
Of Golgotha, gave forth its guest, 

And with their songs the garden rung. 

11. 
As seeds to flowers, so eggs had turn'd 
To brilliant things the earth that spurn 'd, 

And sought the skies on gladsome wing 
Birds of all plumages, 'tis said, 
Sung — Christ is risen from the dead, 

And taught us Easter-hymns to sing. 



142 EASTER-EGGS. 

12. 

And so, where Carmel's lily grows, 
Where wafts the scent of Sharon's rose, 

Where warbles sweet Siloah's rill, 
The pilgrim, at the Paschal-tide, 
May hear, with many a song beside, 

The turtle's voice of rapture still. 

13- 
Then marvel not, where mystery lies 
Of life in eggs, that God most wise 

Disdains not, thus, to bid us learn ; 
Teaching alike the boy and man 
By faith fond Nature's lore to scan, 

With childlike hearts within that burn. 

14. 

So she, the Second Adam's Bride, 
That rose like Eve from Jesu's side, 

Of Him " who dwells in gardens " sings, 
And still in gardens hears His voice, 
Where birds, at Easter-tide rejoice, 

And every nest breaks forth and sings. 



THE ROYAL YARN. 

i. Bind this line of scarlet thread in the window. — Joshua, 
ii. 18. 

2. Take cedar-wood, scarlet, and hyssop. — Levit. xiv. 4. 

3. He took blood and water, and scarlet wool, and hys- 
sop. — Heb. ix. 19. 



Shone the sun, that Easter-Monday, 

O'er the new-grown grass and green, 
O'er the pleasant slopes of Greenwich 

And the sports that there were seen : 
But, while youth around me frolicked 

In that holiday of Spring, 
Sat I by an ancient sailor, 

With the sailor gossiping. 



Told he me how, under Nelson, 

From the Indies to the Nile, 
Served he, till at fierce Trafalgar, 

He had seen his dying smile : 
How he whisper'd — " Kiss me, Hardy,' 

How in death he laid him down : 
But he sigh'd that such a hero 

Fought not under Jesu's Crown. 



144 THE ROYAL YARN. 

3- 

Changed his gossip as I questioned 

How his sailor-life, so free, 
Him had made so good a Christian : 

" 'Twas the royal yarn," quoth he. 
" Through my life, that thread is woven ; 

With my christ'ning it began ; 
Everywhere, that kingly token 

Marks my story, boy and man." 



" Now, you know," quoth he, " good Master, 

How the royal yarn is sign 
That the Crown claims all that bears it, 

Canvass, cordage, rope, and twine ; 
So, one time, I heard the parson 

Say, by Faith we might discern 
Woven in our life and fortunes 

Christ our Saviour's royal yarn : " 



" How we are His Crown's possession, 

Marked for Him ; and by this clue 
We may trace His grace and goodness 

Running all our lifetime through. 
What the parson preach'd I thought of" — 

So the sailor's tale ran on, 
" When off Moro-Castle lying, 

Sick I lay and well nigh gone." 



THE ROYAL YARN.. 145 



" For the royal yarn was woven 

In my hammock as I swung, 
And my conscience saw another 

All my threads of life among ; 
So upon my weary pallet, 

As I turn'd and thought it o'er, 
Swore I, to Christ's Crown forever 

I'd be faithful, ship and shore." 



Prosed yet more that ancient sailor, 

But no more his yarn I heard : 
For another thought had started 

In my spirit, at his word : 
For that sign of Crown-possession, 

And that thread of royal hue 
Gave me insight of the Scriptures ; 

Gave me to its types a clue. 

8. 

Of the Royal line of Judah, 

See what scarlet symbols show ; 
See how, like the weaver's shuttle, 

Prophets thread them to and fro ; 
How, on Zarah's wrist withdrawing, 

Scarlet mark'd redemption's claim ; 
How, in Rahab's window glowing, 

'Twas Messiah's royal Name. 
10 



I46 THE ROYAL YARN. 

9- 

So the scarlet wool of Moses 

Did the scarlet robe foretell, 
So, proclaiming — Ecce Homo, 

Jesus King- of Israel, 
Through the symbols of His passion 

Scourges, thorns, and scoffs amid, 
Weaves this one Imperial token, 

Gleaming forth, or deftly hid. 

10. 

And the Bride, with lips of scarlet, 

Thus expounds the mystic Word, 
Where with hyssop, and with cedar, 

Scarlet binds the living bird : 
Where, through all the Scriptures woven, 

Bright this royal yarn is seen, 
Everywhere Messiah's token, 

Token of the Nazarene. 



EASTER VIRELAY. 

Wake thou that sleepest and arise from the dead and 
Christ shall give 'thee light. — Ephesians, v. 14. 



Wake thou that sleepest ! 
Joy thou that weepest, 

Lift up the head ! 
Cease from thy moaning 
Sighing and groaning, 

Rise from the dead. 

2. 
Weary wayfarer, 
Fainting cross-bearer, 

Bending adown ; 
Hark ! how the Spirit 
Bids thee inherit 

Life and a crown. 

3- 

Lo ! to restore thee 
Christ goes before thee, 

Through the deep vale, 
Gloomy and darkling ; 
Paradise sparkling 

There shall unveil. 



148 EASTER VIRELAY. 

4- 

Flee to the mountain ! 
There, find the fountain ; 

Wash and be white. 
Joy thou that weepest, 
Wake thou that sleepest, 

Christ gives thee light. 



SONG FOR EASTER. 

Break forth into singing.— Isaiah. 
I. 

Christ hath arisen ! 
Broken His prison, 
Man to deliver 

From death's gloomy reign. 
Victor Immortal ! 
Hell's gloomy portal 
Of brass and of iron 
He rendeth in twain. 

2. 

Wake every nation ! 
Songs of salvation 

Round the great earth 
Let them echo to-day. 
Life to the dying ! 
Sorrow and sighing 
The sunrise of glory 
Hath driven away. 

3- 

Darkness hath vanished ! 
Death's sting is banished : 
See the bright mansions 
Of Paradise ope ! 



I50 SONG FOR EASTER. 

Grave thou art broken ; 
Jesus hath spoken 
Joy to the Universe, 
Glory and Hope. 

4- 
Tell how He liveth : 
Sing what He giveth ; 
Sound the great name 
Of the risen I-AM 
Feed on His manna : 
Raise the Hosanna ! 
Full be the choral-song 
Worthy the Lamb. 



EASTER IN PATMOS. 

I was in the Spirit on the day of the Lord. — Revelation, 
io. 

I. 

'Twas on the day the Lord had made, 

The day that rent his rocky tomb, 
St. John in lonely Patmos strayed, 

While glorious, as from ocean's womb, 
Arose the sun — and lo ! there came 

A trumpet voice; the exile turned, 
And One whose eyes were fiery flame 
He saw — the Word of God His Name, 

Where sevenfold lights about him burned. 

2. 

In rapture, by that sea-girt shore, 

He Jesus sees, whom Jesus loved, 
Who was and is forevermore, 

Faithful and true His promise proved. 
Breathes from his lips the Spirit's sword, 

Shines from his face the noon-tide sun ; 
Of death and hell the mighty Lord, 
His are the keys and His the Word 

Of Life— the everlasting One. 

3- 

A voice of many waters — His, 

Who liveth and was dead the while ; 



152 EASTER IN PATMOS. 

He opes the seven-seal'd book, and this 

Is Easter in that holy isle : 
A vision of the Lamb and throne, 

Of Judah's Lion and His might, 
Worthy to loose the seals alone, 
And all the Church's way make known, 

Through death and darkness into light. 



The Paschal hymns of heaven are heard, 

The Lamb that once was slain, their song- 
From numbers without numbers stirred, 

Response with rapture to prolong. 
I read and lo ! I seem to hear 

From great creation's dawn and end, 
From earth and sky and every sphere, 
One Alleluia broad and clear, 

From all the sons of God ascend. ' 



5- 
Day of the Lord, of year or week, 

Whene'er it shines a Paschal Feast, 
On that blest day His flock to seek 

The Shepherd comes, our Great High Priest; 
Comes to our sins a flame of fire, 

Comes to our faith like Gilead's balm, 
Comes to our love and fond desire, 
And joins us to the heavenly choir 

In that eternal Paschal Psalm. 



EASTER IN PATMOS. 1 53 



He comes, our prophet, priest and king-, 

That Alpha and Omega scroll 
To open, and what Time shall bring — 

Age upon ages — to unroll. 
Of earth and heaven the keynote words 

He gives His suffering saints to guide, 
Till ceaseth din of spears and swords, 
Till King of kings and Lord of lords, 

He comes again to crown His Bride. 

7- 
Descends the New Jerusalem ; 

He reigns who maketh all things new ; 
The Church in sparkling diadem, 

In white those virgin souls we view. 
The sea of glass, so bright and calm, 

Glitters the rainbow'd throne before, 
And sounds th' eternal Paschal Psalm, 
That song of Moses and the Lamb, 

With Alleluias, evermore. 



THE ANGELS ON THE ARK. 

To the intent that now unto the principalities and powers 
in heavenly places might be known by the Church, etc. — 
Ephesians, iii. 10. 

I. 

The cherubim o'ershadowing the Ark 

Looked clown upon the mercy-seat that shone, 

And covered o'er the Law profoundly dark, 
Those tables twain by Moses hewn of stone ; 
That writing of no hand save God's alone, 

That was against us — flaming red, 

Like Tekel on the wall so dread, 

To poor Belshazzar's ear that was interpreted. 



What things those cherubs seemed intent to scan 

The same all angels scan with awe to-day ; 
The Law's dire curse, condemning sinful man, 
By mercy covered — ta'en by it away. 
And oh, the depth ! still, oh ! the depth — they 
say : 
The depth and height and breadth sublime 
Of Jesu's mercy covering crime, 
Of Christ, the only Ark, the Word made flesh in 
time. 

3- 
Bring forth the deaf with ears that will not hear, 
Bring forth the blind with eyes that will not 
see 



THE ANGELS ON THE ARK. 1 55 

What wondrous things are in that Law austere, 
Beneath that golden lid enshrined that be, 
Where the Shekinah shines eternally. 

Behold ! the Ark, God's glorious Son, 

Th' atoning Lamb, the Holy One, 

That takes away our sins : He bleeds and it is 
clone. 

4- 

Lo ! when on earth, responsive to the skies, 
Uprises like a cloud upon the gale, 

The incense of our Easter sacrifice, 

When the pure altar's mysteries unveil, 
And high Trisagion thrills our spirits frail, 

In holy awe and thought intent, 

I seem to see all heaven down bent, 

To learn from saints below new songs of ravish- 
ment. 

5- 
New songs, which none but pardon'd sinners 
know ; 
Love which the much forgiven alone can feel ; 
The love of Christ to heirs of sin and woe; 

These to the height of heaven our deeds reveal. 
The chariots of God, on burning wheel, 
Pause in full course our hymns to hear ; 
Legions of angels bow their ear, 
And through the Church on earth they draw to 
God more near. 



RHODA. 

A damsel named Rose. — Acts, xii. 13. 
I. 

Sweet Paschal Rose, thy fragrant name 
Blossoms in all the golden flame 

Of that blest Easter Morn, 
When Peter, from the bonds abhorr'd 
Of Herod and his .threatened sword, 
Rose glorious, like His risen Lord, 

To light and life new-born. 

2. 
Dark was the Paschal Eve, that year, 
When met the trembling saints in fear, 

All night for him to pray. 
The great apostle, doom'd to die, 
Though soaring where the angels fly, 
Must leave the flock forlorn to sigh, 

Ev'n on an Easter-Day. 

3- 
Meanwhile, in prison-bonds he slept, 
Peaceful — yet dreaming that he wept 

Once more his shameful fall : 
" Dear Master," in his dream, said he, 
" My oath, at last, redeemed shall be ; 
In chains and death I follow Thee ; 

My sin — forgive it all ! " 



RHODA. 157 

4- 

Again, the crowing cock he hears, 
And flow afresh those bitter tears : 

But — does he wake or sleep ? 
Like Lot's, his hand an angel takes : 
From hands and feet the chains he shakes, 
Bars fall and every barrier breaks — 

" Go, Peter ! feed my sheep." 

5- 
The guards are passed, strong gates unfold, 
He breathes sweet air ! A morn of gold 

Reddens the eastern skies. 
From death's dark dungeon of the night, 
A parable of Jesus' might, 
He rises into life and light, 

As all the saints shall rise. 

6. 

'Tis Easter ; and while yet 'tis dark, 
The faithful, like the soaring lark, 

Have changed to praise their prayer : 
At Mary's gate is heard a knock ! 
And Rhoda hastes to loose its lock — 
When oh ! what voice, with wonder's shock, 

Sounds on her startled ear ! 

7- 
Affrighted child she backward hies : 
" 'Tis Cephas at the door," she cries, 

While still he knocks and waits : 



158 RHODA. 

His angel ? Nay, himself ! Tis he : 
The Lord hath set his pris'ner free ! 
Once more the Church his face shall see ! 
Go haste, unbar the gates ! 



Sweet Rose, of Easter flowers the first, 
So did that Paschal morning burst 

On thine elected sight ! 
Damsel august, though meek of mien, 
In Holy Writ, with saintly sheen, 
Stands thy blest name ! No sceptred queen 

Wears diadem so bright. 

9- 
Therefore, where Easter altars shine, 
One rose with Easter flowers entwine, 

Her name still fresh to keep ! 
Children, like her — his lambs — to bear, 
The Shepherd loves ; and thousands there 
Follow the Lamb in pastures fair 

Where Jesus folds His sheep. 



THE WALK TO EMMAUS. 

Of which salvation the prophets have inquired. . . . 
Searching what or what manner of time the Spirit of Christ, 
which was in them, did signify, when it testified beforehand 
the sufferings of Christ and the glory that should follow. — I 
St. Peter, i. n. 

Did not our heart burn within us, while He talked with 
us by the way and while He opened to us the Scriptures. — 
St. Luke, xxiv. 32. 

I. 

Once gazing on a craftsman's curious die 

Deep in the temper'd metal wrought, 
I strove its cunning plan to spy, 

Yet seem'd to. profit naught. 
The quaint device was intricate and blind : 
Backward the figures ran, its scheme I could not 
find. 

2. 

Smiled at my task the artist, as he came 
Bearing embossed a golden shield ; 

Its rich devices flashed like flame 
And in its light, revealed, 

I saw the mystery and sublime intent 

That in the matrice dark me foiled with wonder- 
ment. 

3- 

Great God thy wondrous ways and work obscure 
Seem'd in that happy art exposed : 



l6o THE WALK TO EMMAUS. 

Dropt from mine eyes the scales impure 

That Faith's clear eyesight closed. 
Of dim prophetic signs I felt the scope, 
And saw, the veil withdrawn, thy glorious coun- 
sels ope. 

4- 

Before all worlds, Faith's shield of shining gold 

With God's device was glorified, 
Where wondering angels might behold 

The Lamb of God that died ; 
There stood His cross, with types to intertwine, 
Tokens so rich and rare, enwreathed with His 
true Vine. 

5- 

That shield the Gospel shows in all its light ; 

But till that came — the matrice dark 
God gave to be explored, by night, 

As 'twere the Holy Ark 
Within the veil, — a mystery sublime, 
To be devoutly kept for His appointed time. 



So, all that hoary seers and prophets gave, 

All that by lips inspired was sung 
In Salem's royal halls, by Chebar's wave, 

Or Uzzian rocks among ; 
First, in the Gospel's gold I rightly scan ; 
Then trace the mould obscure to find the Son 
of Man. 



THE WALK TO EMMAUS. l6l 

7- 

So, while I gaze, how burns within my heart, 
Though all around me owlets hoot, 

To scan the emblems of the graver's art, 
Olive and vine and fruit, 

Enfolding and emblazoning the cross, 

Incisions deeply sunk and dark inverted boss. 

8. 

The backward letters of the groping Jew, 

Thus searching out I read aright ; 
Mosaic symbols strange and dim to view 

Now flash with Tabor's light ; 
The mystic seal by what it stamps is known, 
The Gospel in the Law by prophecy foreshown. 

9\ 
O fools and slow of heart, as Jesus said, 

Are they, of dullard wit and cold, 
Who set their barren brains and lore of lead 

Against this lore of gold. 
Reading Mosaic mould and prophet's page 
All uncompared with Christ and His foretoken'd 
Age. 

io. 

For me, not so the prophets' goodly band 
Unfold the characters they traced ; 

Which ev'n their ken might fail to understand, 
Till all by Faith embraced, 
n 



1 62 THE WALK TO EMMAUS. 

Searching of what and whose blest days they 
sung, 

While Christ himself within inspired each rap- 
turous tongue. 

ii. 

Great pupil of Gamaliel, oft with thee, 

As at thy saintly feet I learn, 
I seem, outshining noontide, Christ to see, 

And His clear cross discern, 
Where, but for thee, and thine anointed eyes, 
Naught but dull forms abound and senseless 
sacrifice. 

12. 

Or walking to Emmaus, with the twain, 
'Neath the first Easter's Evening Star, 
Me Christ draws near, nor shows his hands in 
vain, 
And in His side the scar, 
Sprinkling the Book with hyssop and with gore, 
That so who runs may read and live forever- 
more. 



THE EARTHQUAKE. 

There was a great earthquake. — St. Matt, xxviii. 2. 

Early in the morning. — Ps. v. 3. 

I myself will awake right early. — Ps. lvii. 9. 



The sun leaps up the golden skies, 

And seems to say, 
Ev'n so the Son of God did rise 

On Easter-Day : 
Then early from my bed let me 

Rise on the Resurrection Morn ; 

The dancing sunbeams let me see 

Soon as the joyous feast is born. 

Yes, early to the church away : 

'Tis Easter-Day, 'tis Easter-Day ! 

2. 

The moon went down, and in the dark 

The garden lay, 
Nor yet had lifted wing the lark 

That Easter-Day, 
When holy women, as they went 
To seek the glorious slumberer, 
Felt, as if earth itself were rent, 

The shock that shook the sepulchre : 

For leap'd the mountains far away, 

That Easter-Day — that Easter-Day. 



164 THE EARTHQUAKE. 

3- 

Tabor and Hermon skipped like rams 

In gladsome May ; 
And leap'd the little hills like lambs, 

That Easter-Day. 
From Libanus, like thunder heard — 

That rumbles in the distant sky, 
Came sounds as if the mountains stirr'd 
To lift their hoary heads on high. 

Trembled the earth at morning's ray, 

That Easter-Day — that Easter-Day. 

4- 

For then, as with the lightning's stroke, 

Was roll'd away 
The massy stone ; and God awoke, 

That Easter-Day ! 
Frightened the Roman sentries fell, 

Then fled as from the day of doom ; 
They heard the rending gates of hell, 

They saw a birth from morning's womb : 

Forth shone the Christ, to live for aye, 

That Easter-Day — that Easter-Day. 

5. 

What ailed thee, ocean ? Saw, and fled 

Thy waves away ! 
And Jordan — vanished from its bed, 

That Easter-Day. 
Nature's untutored worshipper 

Who deemed his god was dead, yestreen, 



THE EARTHQUAKE. 1 65 

Far off at sea — poor mariner, 

Cried — "the Great Pan revives, I ween," 
For so the pagan, in his way, 
Kept Easter-Day — kept Easter-Day. 

6. 
But not those gracious women turn'd, 

Not they ! Not they ! 
Brighter their faith within them burned 

That Easter-Day. 
And now the flying guards they met, 

And now the garden's wall was nigh ; 
There stood the ghastly crosses yet ; 
They saw, and uttered with a sigh — 

" But who shall roll the stone away ? " 
'Twas Easter-Day, 'twas Easter-Day. 

7- 
Then came of faith the great reward : 

Begone dismay ! 
Angels they met — not yet their Lord — 

That Easter-Day. 
" Here seek Him not" — the angels said— 

" The Lord is risen ; search not here ! 
Why seek the living 'midst the dead ? 
Go tell His flock the Lord is near, 

Behold the place where Jesus lay ! " 
'Twas Easter-Day — 'twas Easter-Day. 

8. 
Then, like those Marys, let us rise, 
Ere morning's ray, 



l66 THE EARTHQUAKE. 

Before the dayspring greets our eyes 

On Easter-Day ; 
Forth to His altar, hasten we 

Where faith beholds His presence sweet, 
For Christ is with His two or three, 
That worship at the mercy-seat. 

Right early let us wake to pray, 
On Easter-Day — on Easter-Day ! 






THE MYSTERY OF LIFE. 

Dost thou show wonders among the dead ? — Psalm, 
lxxxviii. 10. 

How are the dead raised up ? — I. Cor. xv. 35. 

I. 

Master, we see Thy signs, 
The wonders wrought by Thee, yet fail in faith; 
Thy power of life we see, yet cling to death, 

Like those who dwell in mines, 

And burrow like blind moles ev'n where the 
daylight shines. 



Saviour, Thy signs we see, 
In things discovered late by human thought, 
But proudly claim'd, as if by mortals wrought, 

Though all vouchsafed by Thee — 

And given in Thy good time, as Time's occa- 
sion be. 

3- 
Why, if the human mind 
Moves of itself and is its own quick spring, 
Is progress slow to mark the simplest thing ? 
Why, for long ages blind — 
Where God points out the way— lags mortal 
wit behind ? 



1 68 THE MYSTERY OF LIFE. 

4- 

Thou givest power to men 
To stretch their wiry fibres 'neath the sea, 
And bid the lightings go, in mimicry 

Of power divine. Why then 

Doubt we Thy power to work beyond our 
feeble ken ? 

5- 

Thus, in Thy days below, 
Thy word ran swiftly, and was felt afar 
Like arrowy rays of sun or faintest star, 

Soothing a sufferer's woe : 

No need of clumsy wires to bid Thy lightings 
go ! 



A father told his grief, 
And in a moment, on his bed of pain, 
The lov'd one, far away, felt life again ; 

Of sons of men the Chief 

Gave but His word to heal and came the swift 
relief 

7- 

We note the comet's blaze : 
Nay — Thy sweet law makes music 'mid the 

spheres; 
Yet in the ordered course of days and years 
Men fail to see Thy ways — 
Marvels of boundless power that angels might 
amaze. 



THE MYSTERY OF LIFE. 169 



Wonders among the dead 
Thou showest when the flowery spring returns 
And clothes the fields and woods with flowers 
and ferns ; 
Or where mankind is fed 

By the mere corn of wheat that multiplies 
their bread. 

9. 

Or where the mummy's hand 
Gives up perchance the grains that Joseph stored, 
And lo ! though ages held the secret hoard, 
It lives at thy command, 

And harvests of that seed are gathered from 
the land. 

10. 

Shall God revive that corn 
And not the coffin'd flesh that held, so long, 
A buried thing in Death's enthrallment strong? 

Shame on the fool's poor scorn, 
We see in signs like these the breaking of the 
morn. 



EUDORA. 

A gracious woman retaineth honour. — Proverbs, xi. 16. 



Her smile was many smiles in one; 

As o'er the dimpled tide, 
A wavy laughter seems to run, 

Where gentle waters glide. 



It came as comes the morning star 

Day after day so bright, 
To set the pearly doors ajar, 

And usher in the light. 

3- 

Sweet sister ! from my sight removed- 

Upon the shining shore, 
So pure, so glad, so stainless proved, 

Lives then that smile no' more ? 

4- 

When angels bore her radiant sprite 

To Paradise, meseems 
Her smile met theirs in calm delight, 

Commingling kindred beams. 



EUDORA. 171 



She slept and seemed to smile in sleep ; 

'Twas on the Lady-Day 
She went her Easter-tide to keep, 

Where Easter reigns for aye. 

6. 

That smile upon her features played 

When, raimented in white, 
Her form in soft repose was laid, 

And seemed a saint in light. 

7- 

Oh ! can it be, if e'er shall meet 

Again thy soul with mine, 
A smile so heavenly and so sweet 

Shall be no longer thine ? 



Transformed, but yet the same to view, 

Was Abr'am seen afar : 
So Moses and Elias flew 

Anear the Morning Star ; 

9- 

And saints that with the Saviour rose 

In their immortal sheen 
Were yet the same that slept — like those 

By John in Patmos seen. 



172 EUDORA. 

IO. 

All tears from off all faces — He 
The Lamb Himself shall dry, 

But that sweet smile He gave to thee 
Methinks shall never die. 

II. 

On some, made meet for worlds more fair, 

While here they linger yet, 
Not all of earth are graces rare 

That like a seal are set. 

12. 

And we shall know thee, still the same, 
By that transporting charm, 

If but, like thine, our faith may claim 
The Everlasting Arm. 



THE INNOCENTS. 

Refrain thy voice from weeping' and thine eves from 
tears, for .... thy children shall come again to their 
own border. — Jeremiah, xxxi. 17. 

I. 

Reading the stones that marked a field of death, 
I heard a sigh, as 'mid the mounds I trod : 

It seem'd to say — as 'twere with sobbing breath — 
My heart is buried here, O Christ, my God ! 

2. 

A mother by a new-made bed that knelt, 

I saw — and turned my steps with rev'rent fear ; 
Yet lingering in the church-yard walks, I felt, 

Dear Lord ! how many hearts are hoarded 
here. 

3- 
How many buds and blossoms of the spring, 

By frosts too early nipp'd, lie thickly strown ; 
Or like the swallows oft, on eager wing, 

That come untimely and too soon are flown. 

4- 

Yet 'neath these heaps of buried hopes that tell 
Are sown not less the seeds of life's return : 

God's ore is treasured in each narrow cell, 
Where gold refines and only dross can burn. 



174 THE INNOCENTS. 

5- 

Oh ! weep not, mother, o'er that bed of love 
Where innocence awaits the trumpet's sound, 

While many a mother mourns her dead above 
And weeps no more for children under ground. 

6. 

But come this way when holy hymns are sung, 
And sounds the air with Paschal-anthems rife, 

To charge with notes ot joy thy plaintive tongue, 
And sing the Resurrection and the Life. 

7- 

For sweetly sleeps the chrisom-child at rest, 
And fain with such the Christian heart would 
lie! 

If so God wills — of all His gifts 'tis best, 

Fresh from the font, in Christ new-born, to die. 



THE UNBAPTIZED. 

Is it well with the child ? 2 Kings, iv. 26. 

I. 

A LADY wept, with tears undried — 

For her bright boy who came 
Only to close his eyes, and died 
Unchristen'd, with no name — 
Lest he should wear no coronal divine 
Among those innocents like stars of morn that 
shine. 

2. 

Is then the guiltless babe shut out 

From that palm-bearing band ? 
Resolve, O man of God, my doubt ! 

Fain would I understand, 
Where is my darling's soul, or where his lot ? 
Hath He no place for such, who said, " Forbid 
them not " ? 

3- 

O mother, faithless are thy fears, 

Tho' sore thy faith be tried ; 
Triumphant hope may smile thro' tears 

And trust in Him who died ; 
From thine embrace of love a lamb is torn, 
But on thy Shepherd's breast doubt not that 
lamb is borne. 



176 THE UNBAPTIZED. 

4- 
Thy child is His far more than thine ; 

He claims it for His fold ; 
And grace — unfetter'd by its sign — 

Is giv'n to young and old. 
Tis no presumptuous thought, of human wit, 
But lo ! such light shines clear in lines of Holy 
Writ. 

5- 
As on its stem, all undefiled, 

The lily's bud is seen, 
Hath He not said the Christian's child 

Is holy, not unclean ? 
For, hallow'd by the mother's faith and prayer, 
With her the babe unborn is fed on angels' fare. 

6. 
If holy be the planted root, 

Planted in God's own ground, 
Holy the flower and blest the fruit 

Upon its branches found. 
Nor one poor blighted bud shall fall to earth 
Too soon for Him to save who gives the second 
birth. 

7- 
Nor deem from Paynim fields afar 

He gleans no holy seed : 
Nations that ne'er beheld His star, 

His rod and staff may lead. 
Where Hagar faints — how near the angel wing 
That for her dying boy reveals the hidden spring. 



THE UNBAPTIZED. 1 77 



Unnumber'd are the babes on whom 

No christ ning dews were shed, 
Who yet were His, within the womb, 

And with His flock are fed, 
Who guides His sheep the living streams among, 
And gently leadeth those who yet enfold their 
young. 

9- 

Such be thy trust, such hope be thine — 

All else is mystery. 
The nameless babe let faith resign 

To Mercy's mild decree, 
Full sure not woman's love itself can teach 
Aught of true love to Him whose love surpasseth 
speech. 

10. 

Where God is silent — more to seek 

Or prompt the Holy One, 
Is faithless thought. This only speak : 

Father, Thy will be done. 
To save all souls that sin, the Saviour died : 
For souls that never sinned, trust then the Cruci- 
fied. 

12 



EUTHANASIA. 

She answered, It is well.— 2 Kings, iv. 26. 

I. 

Thee, 'mid the flowers of paradise, as fair and 

undefined ; 
Thee, happy daughter of thy God — how dare I 

call thee child ? 
Yet let me name thee with the blest, and, 

though thy date was brief, 
Think only of thy new estate, with joy and not 

with grief. 

2. 
So soon to leave far far below our vale of tears 

and pain ; 
Through earth so soon and bright to pass, a 

sunbeam without stain ; 
To come, and in thy Saviour's arms baptismal 

life to win — 
Then take thy flight, a sinless one, from such 

a world of sin : 

3- 
Sure this is blessedness ! How blest a ransom'd 

one to be, 
So short thy little moment here, so long eternity ! 
'Tis thine, on wings unstained as theirs, to soar 

with cherubim, 
Yet, with a love no angel knows, Redemption's 

song to hymn ! 



EUTHANASIA. 1 79 

4- 

Thou blue-eyed darling of my soul — from such a 

life divine, 
Sweet Dora, could I call thee down to share a 

life like mine ? 
Or could we pray for thy return to selfish eyes 

and arms, 
Thine the hard lot of earth to bear — and ours 

thy captive charms ? 

5- 

Nay, let me rather share with thee thy life of 

joy and love ! 
Part of my flesh is in thy grave — part of my 

soul above ; 
And oft in dreams I seem to rest, since thou art 

gone before, 
Where the Good Shepherd folds the lambs that 

once in arms He bore. 



6. 

Yet can it be, for oft such thoughts of bitterness 

upspring, 
That such as I, with such as thou, the Lamb's 

new song may sing ? 
That I with thee, in Paradise, may walk in robes 

that shine, 
And share th' eternal marriage-feast with virgin 

souls like thine ? 



l8o EUTHANASIA. 



7- 



So turns my spirit, Lord, to Thee, as with his 
aching- sight, 

Who from thy crimsoned cross received a wel- 
come into light ; 

And for a childlike heart, once more, my inmost 
nature cries, 

To Thee — alone who wipest tears forever from 
our eyes. 



Oh ! let not hopes that heavenward soar be 

thrust adown to hell ; 
These hopes of immortality, this thirst with 

Thee to dwell ; 
But, out of longings after life, let Thy sweet 

Spirit give 
Strength to assert our destiny and by Thy life to 

live ! 



9- 
Ev'n as young wings are stretch'd for flight 

while plumeless in the nest ; 
As dreaming babes with rosy lips invite the 

balmy breast ; 
As flowers uplift the fragrant cup ere evening's 

dews are given, 
So faith, with all its pure desires, foretells its 

home in heaven. 



EUTHANASIA. l8l 

IO. 

Dear Lamb of God, though far below the clear 

one of my heart, 
Be mine at least the sight of those who see Thee 

as Thou art, 
And grant me but the meanest place among the 

glorified ; 
For whom have I in heaven but Thee, or what 

on earth beside ? 



A THOUGHT FROM THE FATHERS. 

My burden is light. — S. Matt. xi. 30. 



See how yon little lark is borne 
With music up to heaven, 

To bask in sunlight ere the morn 
To vales beneath is given. 



That bird salvation's sign hath made 
By stretching forth his wings ; 

The cross upon his back is laid, 
And lo ! he soars and sings. 

3- 

Take off the fardel that he bears, 

He falleth in his flight ; 
The cross is in the wings he wears ; 

He proves the burden light. 

4- 

So Christ hath laid His cross on me ; 

It wings me to the sky, 
And day by day, though sore it be, 

By that dear cross live I. 



A THOUGHT FROM THE FATHERS. 1 83 

5- 

It beareth those by whom 'tis borne ; 

And by its weight we rise. 
Who casts it down, he sinks forlorn ; 

Who takes it up, he flies. 

6. 

Easy the yoke, and light the load, 

Indeed, my spirit sings ; 
To him that pants for God's abode, 

His cross shall prove his wings. 



AMARANTH. 

We have forsaken all ... . what shall we have therefore ? 
-S. Matt. xix. 27. 



Be still, my fluttering- heart, nor dim 

The flame of faith divine ; 
But say — All things are mine in Him 

If only Christ be mine. 

2. 

Not here are amaranthine bowers ; 

But, loving and forgiven, 
Thine yet shall be, for earthly flowers, 

Their antitypes in heaven. 

3- 

Not all to mock our waking sight 
Fair forms in sleep we view ; 

But oft our visions of the night 
Are figures of the true. 



Then look beyond, with sweet content, 

When, o'er the April sky, 
Is seen that arch of glory bent 

Which glitters but to die. 



AMARANTH. 1 85 

5- 
Not all unseen, not all unknown, 

Are things within the veil ; 
There is a rainbow round the throne, 

Whose hues nor fade nor fail. 

6. 

There's not a bliss we sigh for here 

That is not kept above, 
Pure as the heavenly atmosphere, 

For hearts that Jesus love. 

7- 

There's not a toy that is cast down 

By souls the cross that bear, 
That helps not to the glittering crown 

Reserved in glory there. 



And if the restless heart we tame 

Its idols to forego, 
Treasures of love, in Christ's dear name, 

The Father will bestow. 

9- 
For, sure as in the soul are powers 

Which here we must restrain, 
There's something that shall yet be ours 

To prove them not in vain. 



THE ASCENSION. 

Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly 
away, and be at rest.— Ps. lv. 6. 

I. 

LIKE shapes the mirror's depth within, 
That, in their fashions, come and go, 

A world that is not, nor hath been, 
Of phantoms passing to and fro ; 



Ev'n thus unreal and as vain, 

The scene that mocks the human eye, 
Where pomp, with flattery in its train, 

Struts forth, or flaunts disdainful by. 

3- 

I saw an empire's rise and fall ; 

Its monstrous birth, its hasty end ; 
One rose and reigned and ruined all, 

Himself and all that call'd him friend. 

4- 
Not such His realm who bore the reed 

Of mock'ry in His mighty hand ; 
Who stooped to suffer and to bleed, 

But r6se to reign o'er every land ; 



THE ASCENSION. 1 87 

5- 

Who bowed to taste the wayside rill, 

That mock'd His thirst ; then raised His head. 

With living streams the world to fill, 
And light and life o'er all to shed ; 

6. 

Who rose the gates of bliss to ope, 
And bids us rise His throne to share : 

Like Him to die and rest in hope, 
Like Him to reign in glory there. 

7- 
Oh for the wings, consoling Dove, 

Thou lendest to the spirit pure, 
To flee away and soar above, 

To worlds of glory that endure ! 



THE UNSPEAKABLE GIFT. 

Shall He not, also, with Him, freely give us all things? 
-Rom. viii. 32. 

I. 

Oh Thou whose blood my soul to heal 

As Gilead's balm, at times I feel, 

Saviour divine, I find Thee more 

Than I had thought, or dreamed, before ; 

Content, if but such bliss may be, 

To breathe, and move, and live in Thee. 



My soul is dark, be Thou my day, 
My light within and on my way ; 
Athirst and faint, I find Thee still 
Like Silo's fount, or Kedron's rill; 
Or if by hunger's pang subdued, 
Bread of the soul, Thou art my food. 

When howls the storm, my safe retreat ; 
My shelter from the burning heat, 
My anchor when the billows rise, 
My soaring wing to brighter skies ; 
All this and more, Thee, Lord, I call, 
My Light, my Life, my all in all. 



THE UNSPEAKABLE GIFT. 1 89 

4- 

And oft, dear Lord, in sorest need, 
On barren husks enforced to feed, 
Be mine the pardon'd wand'rer's lot, 
And his, beside, who wandered not : 
A home in Thine embrace divine, 
Ever with Thee and all things mine. 



THE TWO PENTECOSTS. 

I will make all my goodness pass before thee.— Exod. 
xxxiii. 19. 

I. 

O Sinai ! dark and thunder-scarr'd, 
How oft, as in a dismal dream, 

Thy clouded heights so hard, 
Before my sight uplifted seem, 
With cavern'd sides and clefts extreme ; 

Gigantic quarry of the Law, 
Womb of those stony slabs austere 

Whereon I read with awe 

Letters of fire and flame that fill my soul with 

fear. 

2. 

Yet even here, on Law's dread throne, 
Whence came the thunder and the ban, 

Ev'n here was mercy shewn ; 
Mercy and love to sinful man, 
When Moses long'd God's bliss to scan 

For comfort not revealed to sense, 
And cried : Thy glory let me trace. 

Oh ! for that joy intense ; 
Shew me, O Lord, I pray, the glory of Thy face. 

3. 
Comes the blest answer, o'er and o'er, 
In echoes from that awful Rock ; 



THE TWO PENTECOSTS. 19I 

Hear it, and evermore 
Rejoice, poor erring, cowering flock, 
Stunn'd by the trumpet and the shock — 

Hear Mercy's promise, even there, 
Soft as He spake on Calvary's tree 

Of Paradise so fair : 
Goodness my glory is — that will I shew to Thee. 

4- 

He changeth not. Long years had pass'd, 
And lo ! Elijah thither came ; 

Came to those caverns vast, 
'Mid earthquake, winds, and lightning's flame, 
To know — if God were still the same, 

Tho' Israel's foul idolatries 
Cried from the ground, invoking ire ; 

Soft as the summer's breeze 
The still small voice was His : God spake not in 
the fire. 

5. 

So on that mount of Pentecost, 
Whence came the fiery Law of Death, 

O God, the Holy Ghost, 
Came words of Life, came Thy soft breath, 
As when a mother comforteth 

The child her loving arms enfold. 
That still small voice was Power and Might ; 

Backward the thunders rolled, 
And came the cloven tongues of Love and Life 
and Light. 



WHITSUNDAY. 

There were seven lamps of fire burning' before the 
throne, which are the seven Spirits of God. — Rev. iv. 5. 



Breath of the Lord, Spirit blest, 
Inspiring Guide, consoling Guest, 
Thy perfect gifts and lights to lend, 
On mortal heads and hearts descend; 
Come to the sluggish sense and mind 
As comes the rushing, mighty wind. 

2. 

Come, Promise of the Holy One ; 
Come, Paraclete of God the Son ; 
Come like the Spring's reviving gale 
To furrowed soil or flagging sail ; 
Or come as first Thy presence came, 
With fiery tongues of cloven flame. 

3- 

Spirit of power, come down ; draw near, 
Spirit of truth and holy fear ; 
Succour poor souls that strive with sin, 
The foes without, the foe within : 
And, like the morning's sun, dispel 
The shades of death, the powers of hell. 



WHITSUNDAY. 1 93 



Spirit of Christ our Paschal 'Lamb, 
On mortal wounds come pour Thy balm ; 
To fainting flesh the oil supply- 
That heals the soul, that opes the eye ; 
The sinner's broken heart restore, 
Forgiven much that loves the more. 

5- 

Dove of the Lord, with brooding wings 
Creative o'er created things, 
Come build anew thy peaceful nest 
Where sorrows vex the human breast ; 
There 'mid its thorns thy note be heard — 
The turtle's voice, the Spirit's Word. 

6. 

Fire of the Lord and Light Divine, 
Thou glory of th' Eternal Trine, 
Come and this gloomy world inflame, 
With Jesus' love, Jehovah's name, 
And, from those lamps before the throne, 
Send sevenfold radiance all thine own. 

7- 
River of Life, make all things new ; 
Come, flow the thirsty fallows through ; 
From sweet Siloam's fount, above, 
Shed showers of grace, shed dews of love ; 
Come, spread thy living streams abroad ; 
Make glad the city of our God. 
13 



HOMEWARD. 

Toiling in rowing, for the wind was contrary. — S. Mark, 
48. 

I. 

Breath of the Lord, come, Holy Ghost ! 
Come speed me to the heavenly coast, 

Me, weary at the helm ; 
Helpless alike in storm or calm 
To reach the soul's sure port I am, 

And fears like seas o'erwhelm. 

2. 
To breast the tide and shun the shore, 
Vainly I toil with faithless oar, 

And drifts my bark so frail. 
Breath of the Lord, O Spirit, come ! 
Come waft me to my heavenly home, 

And swell my drooping sail ! 



THE GIVER OF LIFE. 

The Spirit of Life in Christ Jesus. — Rom. viii. 2. 

1. 

COME, Breath of God ; come, breath of lives 
Whose kiss the life of man revives ; 
Come and my sinful flesh restore 
Like his who bathed seven times of yore. 

2. 

Come, Balm of God ; come, Gilead's balm ; 
Come seek me, outcast that I am ; 
Come pour Thyself into my mind, 
Its wounds to heal, its rents to bind. 

3- 
Come, Dew of Heaven ; O Spirit, come, 
To call my wandering spirit home ; 
My senses touch, inspire, refine, 
Restore the likeness lost, to Thine. 

4- 
My body, mind and spirit, Lord, 
To these Thy life and love afford ; 
Giver of Life alone art Thou, 
Spirit of God, to whom we bow. 



THE TRINITY. 

HYMN OF THE EARLY CHRISTIANS AT CANDLE- 
LIGHT. 

At eventide it shall be light. — Zechariah, xiv. 7. 



MESSIAH, Thou brightness benign, 
Of the Holy One, image express ; 
Jesu, Thou glory divine, 

Of the Father of Lights, whom we bless, 
While sunlight grows dim, 
Our eventide hymn 

Shall be thine. 

2. 

Now twinkles the starlight in heaven, 

The day dieth out in the west, 
While kindle our lamps for the even, 
Our songs shall to Thee be address'd. 
Father, Spirit, and Son, 
Thy name trine and one 

Shall be blest. 

3- 

Son of God, ever-blest life bestower, 

Our well-spring and day-spring most bright, 



THE TRINITY. 1 97 

Holy voices of saints Thee adore, 

And the world, both by day and by night : 
All times are Thine own : 
Thou art worthy alone, 

Light of light. 



NOTES. 



I. 



The Easter Festival has, of late years, com- 
mended itself to the Christians of America and even 
to the people more generally. It is more and more 
religiously observed, and it is popularly recognized in 
all parts of our country. This indicates a great relig- 
ious revolution ; for, in the boyhood of the writer, it 
seemed to be almost unknown in New England, where 
he passed some of his school-days ; while in New 
York, where his childhood and youth were chiefly 
spent, it was devoutly observed only by Church- 
folk, and the remnant of the old settlers from Hol- 
land. The fact that it was also kept, in their way, 
by members of a foreign communion perpetuated a 
narrow prejudice against it. So that the inspiration 
of a popular feeling favourable to the nationalizing of 
the Easter Feast, if not of the solemnities preceding 
it, has been the work of " the little leaven " imparted 
to American Christianity by the Anglo-American 
Church. 

Very early in life it occurred to the author that 
he might do something to teach his countrymen the 
great importance, to a great people, of Christian obser- 
vances, harmonized with historic Christianity. In a 



200 NOTES. 

country where all is raw and recent, the only hold 
upon the past which is essential to a normal develop- 
ment of its future, must be supplied by the grand 
system of the "Christian Year." Of this system 
history is full. The Literature and Laws of Christian 
Nations are entwined with it ; nay, it is interwoven 
with Christian civilization in all its forms. Hence, 
to have no associations with it is to be provincialized 
and cut off from those sympathies with the remote 
and the ancient which Dr. Johnson so justly recog- 
nized as exalting a people in the scale of intelligent 
being. 

Such convictions prompted the Christian Ballads. 
They were written in boyhood, and were not designed 
to open " the Inner Temple " of our Holy Religion. 
They celebrated the external beauties and perfections 
of the Holy Catholic Church, in its primitive simplicity 
and purity. 

But it was not altogether unfairly said of the Bal- 
lads, that they were lacking in the spirit of practical 
piety. So it might be said of the tree, or the flower, 
that these are not the fruit. The Ballads were only 
designed to set forth " the Beautiful Gate" of the 
Temple, as an introduction to the holy places. They 
embellished the doorway, and invited the multitude 
within, and that was all. 

This book is the supplement to that. It is de- 
signed to offer those who enter something more sub- 
stantial, if indeed they hunger and thirst after 
righteousness. In the former work, Wisdom cried in 
the streets and proclaimed that she had builded her 
house ; in this she speaks to her guests, within her 
doors : " Eat of. my Bread, and drink of the Wine 



NOTES. 20I 

which I have mingled." Such, at least, is the plan 
and purpose of the two books, as compared and 
contrasted. 

In a great measure, the Christian Ballads have 
served their purpose. The architecture, the manners 
and customs, the idealized completeness of the Prayer- 
book system which they portrayed, were things un- 
known in America, except in books and pictures, and 
in the exceptional case of pious Churchmen who had 
travelled in Europe. The book appealed to the im- 
agination and was warmly received, and for fifty years 
has continued to be published, here and also in En- 
gland, where, I am assured, it led to many transforma- 
tions which have been wrought during the past genera- 
tion. But what it essayed to picture to the imagination 
is now part of common routine and daily observation. 
Besides, it has been imitated, and has lost freshness. 
Much that it commends has been spoiled by overdoing 
and by petty details in which good taste perishes. Our 
national disposition to exaggerate and work a good 
idea to death, always reacts, till appetite is palled by 
satiety. It was comforting, however, to be told by 
a learned dignitary in England that churches now 
stand open everywhere, for private prayers, all the 
day and every day in the week, and that nothing has 
contributed to this result more effectually than the 
Ballads. So also said Mr. Parker, the eminent 
publisher. 

May "the Paschal" be blest with a holier and 
more essential result, in making all who read it in 
love with the Holy Scriptures, and especially with the 
Church-lessons, as arranged for " the Christian Year." 
The history of its production is given in the proem, 



202 NOTES. 

which is a tribute to two of my kinswomen, the pre- 
cious companions of my early youth. They were alike 
beautiful in person and adorned with exceptional 
graces of mind and of Christian character. One fell 
asleep at Pau, where she rests under the shade of 
the Pyrenees, and the other, who soon followed her, 
reposes in a fair churchyard on the banks of the 
Schuylkill, near Philadelphia, where her not less 
lovely and highly cultivated mother is laid. Her 
father, my beloved uncle, who died in the military 
service of his country, in our late unhappy war, lies in 
his honoured grave near Chattanooga, in Tennessee. 

II. 

€l)c |>U5cl)ttl ITeui-Jttoon. 

Page 6. — When the Paschal new-moon shines, then 
the devout Christian feels what is meant by the say- 
ing of Moses, that God set the sun and moon "for 
signs and for seasons." There are evidences in Scrip- 
ture of something very much like the Paschal system 
existing from the beginning of human .history, to 
display " the Lamb slain from the foundation of the 
world." Thus the first worship of which we have 
any record is that of Abel, who brought a lamb for 
sacrifice ; and by the marginal reading we see that it 
was offered at an appointed time, apparently "at 
the end of the days." But what days? The end of 
the week? Or days of an appointed "season"? If 
the latter, ending in a day of worship and of offering 
a typical sacrifice of the lamb, the idea is complete. 
This solemnity was revived binder Moses, in the 



NOTES. 203 

institution of the Paschal, by the "ordinances of the 
moon." By the Paschal full-moon, therefore, was 
marked the time of the perfect sacrifice which the Son 
of God made upon the cross ; and ever since it has 
marked the Christian Paschal, or the Holy Week 
and Easter. 

The Council of Nice, a. d. 325, gave us the rules 
for calculating Easter, which are still observed, and 
which are found in our Prayer-books. The whole sys- 
tem of the Moveable Feasts in each year is regulated 
by these canons, and the Paschal full-moon is the 
pivot on which all turns. Modern astronomy owes 
its existence largely to the impulse given to the 
study of this science by the Nicene Council, especially 
at Alexandria, whose bishop was charged with the 
duty of making the annual calculations and sending 
through all the world the date of the next Easter. 
This he did in the Epiphany Season. 

Page 7. — The Church hath calendar' d thy time. 
There has always been a great charm for me in this 
fact, the response of the Church to the " ordinances 
of the moon," by giving them a moral and sacred 
significance through all time. The Moveable Feasts 
introduce a beautiful variety into our years of life ; 
and I have noted the pleasure children experience 
with a new almanac, to find out when Easter falls in 
the new year, and so, also, when the Whitsun-feasts 
will be due. 

Page 7. — The bow of Joseph. The dying Jacob, 
in his incomparable ode, treats of Joseph as a type of 
Christ, and " his bow " is connected with the mention 
of " the Shepherd, the Stone of Israel." — Genesis, xlix. 
24. And it is noteworthy that where Joseph's name 



204 NOTES. 

appears in the corresponding ode of Moses, "the 
precious things put forth by the moon " are marked 
in Joseph's blessing. Were not these the " precious 
promises " of the Paschal ? — Deut. xxxiii. 14. 

III. 

fltoplKCl). 

Page 9. — In this poem I have done little else than 
paraphrase an incomparable figure of Archbishop 
Leighton. "In the whole course of my studies," 
says Coleridge, "I do not remember to have read so 
beautiful an allegory ; so various and detailed, and 
yet so just and natural." Leighton's Works, Vol. III. 
p. 99. Ed. 1870. 

Page 9. — Sweet Spring. See Genesis, ii, 10. "A 
river went out from Eden to water the garden, and 
from thence it was parted and became into four heads." 
See also how the Eternal Eden supplies that of which 
this was only the figure : the " river of water of life, 
clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God 
and of the Lamb." — Rev. xxii. 1. So the Psalmist : 
'•' There is a river the streams whereof shall make 
glad the city of God." — Ps. xlvi. 4. 

Page 9. — Four mighty streams. " The early 
Church," says West of Nairn, in his precious edition 
of Leighton, " understood this river to mean the 
Gospel of Christ, sent into the four corners of the 
world and contained in the writings of the four 
Evangelists." So St. Jerome very beautifully ex- 
pounds it : and the four sections of the cross are 
often identified with this same geographical idea. 



NOTES. 205 

Page 10. — The Serpent's head. This text (Gen. 
iii. 15) is the well-head of Scripture, of prophecy, 
and narrative ; it is the original Gospel. 

Page 10. — That sea above. The sea of glass (Rev. 
iv. 6) is spoken of, and yet there shall be "no more 
sea." — Rev. xxi. 1. The bitter and boisterous sea 
we know here shall be no more, but peace and tran- 
quillity shall be there unbounded and vast and clear as 
glass, and so lar like a sea. 

Page 10. — Flooding the world. Compare Ecclesi- 
asticus (xxiv. 30). " I, Wisdom, also came out as a 
brook from a river, and as a conduit into a garden. 
I said, I will water my best garden, and will water 
abundantly my garden-bed ; and lo ' my brook be- 
came a river and my river became a sea. ' 

IV. 
Mel 

Page 11. — Behold the first altar and the first sacri- 
fice of which we have any record : Abel brought, of 
the firstlings of his flock, a lamb for the oblation. And 
this he did by faith, says St. Paul : wherefore he un- 
derstood that God had promised to provide the Lamb 
at the sacrifice for sin. 

Page 12 — The Sacrifice of Cain. Cain despised 
the atonement. Such was the root-sin of his offering. 
He was the first Deist, who worshipped with tokens 
of " natural religion," and rejected revelation and 
the covenant of God through "the Seed of the 
woman." So Christ was rejected by the Jews. Com- 
pare St. Matthew, xxvii. 18, and I. John, iv. 12. 



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V. 

Page 13. — Melchizedek is not called ' : a priest," 
but " the priest of the Most High God." This is the 
first appearance of the word priest in human history. 
All heathen priests were counterfeits, but their exist- 
ence corroborates the sacred story. The Mosaic priests 
were shadows of the One only true priest, and types 
of His then future work. Christian priests are the 
instruments by whose hands and lips the Great High 
Priest does His work on earth, while He intercedes 
for us " within the veil," in Heaven. The argument 
of St. Paul (Hebrews v.— vii.) is based on Genesis, 
xiv. 18 and Psalms, ex. He shows that Melchizedek 
who appeared to Abraham was no created being ; was 
" without father, without mother, without beginning of 
days or end of life " ; and this same Melchizedek, he 
says, "abideth a priest forever. " He further explains 
that Melchizedek was a mere name for the appari- 
tion or similitude of " the King of Righteousness." 
So, " King of Salem " means " the Prince of Peace." 
Such is the interpretation of St. Ambrose. Other 
orthodox divines suppose that it was the patriarch 
Shem who thus appeared to Abraham ; but they agree 
that if so/ he was but a type or shadow of the true 
Melchizedek. See Ambrose, de Abraam, i. cap. 4. 

Page 9. — Abraham sazv Christ's day. The Father 
of the Faithful saw him as Melchizedek, which the 
apostle tells us is but his name, in the similitude of 
an earthly king. To this event our Lord Himself 
seems to have referred, when He said : " Your father 



NOTES. 207 

Abraham rejoiced to see my day, and he saw it and 
was glad." So Isaac saw him in the marvellous 
visit of the three men, one of whom was the Angel- 
Jehovah. Jacob saw him, as the same angel with 
whom he wrestled and of whom he said, ' ' I have seen 
God face to face." Moses saw him in the Burning 
Bush, and afterwards when he passed by on the 
Mount. 

Joshua beheld him, a': Jericho, as " the Captain of 
the Lord's Host," and was thus taught his own 
shadowy character ; the true Joshua, which is the 
name Jesus, in its Hebrew form, being the true leader 
of the army of Israel, the " Lord of Hosts." 

Long afterwards he was seen with the Three Chil- 
dren in the fiery furnace, "like unto the Son of 
God." 

No marvel, then, that this same " Angel-Jehovah "' 
she>» ed himself to the Father of the Faithful, as the 
great High Priest, as the King of Kings. 

So beautiful the plan of God, in giving thus early 
to Faith a manifestation of the Messiah, God and 
Man. 

Page 12. — Forth comes the bread and wine. This 
Eternal Priest " brings forth bread and wine " : and 
is adored by Abraham, who pays him tithes, as an 
acknowledgment of his Everlasting Priesthood. 

This enables St. Paul to prove that the Levitical 
priesthood was a mere type and shadow of a Priest- 
hood that was before it, and should endure forever, 
while that .of Levi's sons should pass away. 



208 NOTES. 

VI. 
€t)c <J5reat ij'tgl) friest. 

Page 15. — Unsired, unborn. St. Paul expressly 
asserts that Melchizedek, ' ' without father, without 
mother, without descent, having neither heginning of 
days nor end of life, . . . abideth a priest contin- 
ually." He declares this of the same Melchizedek 
who met Abraham; and he tells us that the similitude 
" King of Salem," means only that He is " the 
Prince of Peace," as the name Melchizedek means 
only that He is the King of Righteousness. The 
parenthesis, "made like unto the Son of God," no 
more affects the sense than when it is said in Daniel, 
"One like the Son of Man came with clouds." 

Page 16. — God's fellow. " The man that is My 
fellow, saith the Lord of Hosts " (Zech. xiii. 7). 

Page t6. — Ancient of Days. In Daniel's vision we 
behold the Royal Priest more expressly portrayed, of 
whom Zechariah says, " He shall be a Priest upon 
His throne." 

Page 16. — Of Ages the Great Rock (Isaiah, xxiv. 4). 
We should read the margin of our bibles and the 
texts there cited for comparison. This true and close 
rendering of the Hebrew is only in the margin of our 
English version. 

VII. 

Jttaralj. 

Page 17. — The name of Mary is found in the Old 
Testament in Marah, and in Miriam. The poem 



NOTES. 209 

designs to show how highly symbolical are these 
names, and how truly prophetic. For Marah, see 
Exodus, xv. 23. 

Page 17. — The Branch (Jeremiah, xxiii. 5 ; also, 
Zech. iii. 8, and vi. 12). The Branch is a name of 
Christ, and occurs in many places of Holy Scripture. 
Notably, as we learn in the margin of our bibles, " the 
Dayspring " of St. Luke, i. 78, may be rendered the 
Branch, or the Sunrising. 

18. Marah and Miriam. These, like Maria and 
Mary, are forms of the same name ; and we find both 
together in the story of the first Paschal (Exodus, xv. 
20). So, too, Miriam's leprosy (Numbers, xii. 10) 
expresses, as Marah does, the bitter taint of our 
natural sinfulness, and the Branch is again brought 
into view, as the Healer. The Mosaic System begins 
with this significant introduction of the hidden Christ : 
"I am the Lord that healeth Thee." All its sym- 
bolism rebukes the false idea of "the Immaculate 
Conception " of Mary, and shows that this destroys 
one of the root-principles of the Gospel. It seems to 
have originated with Mohammed. 

Page 17. — With healing in his wings. The Day- 
spring, as I have said, is also the Branch ; and the 
healing Branch seems coupled with " the Sunrising," 
in the prophetic promise of Malachi, iv. 2, "Unto 
you that fear my name shall the Sun of Righteous- 
ness arise with healing in his wings." 

Page iS. — The. Magnificat, though very naturally 
connected with Christmas, is, in fact, an Easter-song, 
and such is the song of Miriam, with which connects 
the Eternal Paschal hymn (Rev. xv. 3\ called "the 
Song of Moses and of the Lamb." We celebrate the 



2IO NOTES. 

Conception of our Lord, in close connection with the 
Paschal season, on the 25th of March, and that is the 
date of the Magnificat. Christ's suffering, at this 
time, the Fathers say, was " like the kid seethed in his 
mother's milk." In this fanciful way they illustrate 
the cruelty of those who crucified the Lord, in the 
presence of His mother, and at the time of His 
Annunciation. 

Page 18. — Of Gilead's Tree. The forests of 
Gilead abounded in spice-bearing shrubs and bal- 
samic trees. Jeremiah, viii. 22, is therefore beauti- 
fully suggestive of the tree of Marah, and its medi- 
cinal power, as also of the Good Physician. 

Page 18. — Reigns from the Tree. The Cross is 
made Messiah's throne, and I have made use of an 
old reading of Psalm xcvi. 10, of which some of the 
Primitive Fathers were very fond. Pilate's inscription 
on the cross was meant as derision, but it was written 
in three languages, as if in response to the Psalmist's 
words : " Tell it out among the heathen that the 
Lord is King." It is undoubtedly true that the Jew- 
ish Scribes altered their copies of the Scriptures in no 
less than eighteen places, two, at least, of which were 
meant to obliterate prophecies of the Crucifixion. 
See Pearson on the Creed, art. iv.. p. 335. 

Thus Tertullian (against Marcion, iii. 19) says : 
11 The Lord reigneth from the Tree, means Christ, who 
overcame death by His suffering on the Cross, and 
thence reigned — as death reigned before, from Adam 
to Moses." So also Justin Martyr, who accuses the 
Jews of erasing the words he quotes from the Psalms : 
" The Lord hath reigned from the wood ; but no one 
of your people ever reigned thus, save only He who 



NOTES. 211 

was crucified, and who now liveth and reigneth among 
the nations." I condense my quotation — for he goes 
on to quote the whole Psalm. He seems to connect 
with this idea the twelfth verse, ' ' Then shall all the 
trees of the wood rejoice before the Lord," as if the 
very trees could rejoice that the wood of the Cross 
was transfigured into the Tree of Life. See Ante- 
Nicene Fathers (Am. Edition, Buffalo and New York, 
1885-6), Vol. I. p. 176, n. 4, also p. 235 ; and Vol. 
III. p. 337, n - 3- 

VIII. 

fhwrijal <£mblcm0. 

Page 29. — For Cain's oblation, see Note IV. 

Page 2g — On Jacob' 's dying eye. The reader will 
please turn to the incomparable dithyrambic ode of 
the dying Jacob (Gen xlix., verses 8, 22, 24, etc.), for 
the references here introduced. 

Page 29. — The Uzzian's hand {see Job, xix. 23-27). 
No ingenuity has been able to rob this superb passage 
of its Messianic character, as maintained in our Eng- 
lish Version. Even the Revised Version sufficiently 
supports this, and the Septuagint alone is testimony 
that so it was understood before Christ came. See Dr. 
Pusey's Daniel, p. 504. 

IX. 

€l)e .Stamoiir. 

Page 36. — "Joshua" is a marvellous name in the 
history of revealed truth. Thus, " Hoshea " becomes 



212 NOTES. 

"Jehoshua," by the prophetic act of Moses (Num. 
xiii. 16), and adds to the idea of Salvador) that of 
Jehovah ; i.e., " Jehovah-Salvation." This becomes 
"Joshua" in the person of the typical "Jesus," 
referred to in Heb. iv. 8. Now, the angel gives 
this name at last to Him who was' the end of types : 
" Thou shalt call His name Joshua (Jesus), for He 
shall save His people from their sins." The divine 
Saviour, "Jehoshua," combines the names "Jeho- 
vah" and " Salvation." 

X. 

% £)X}\\\\\ of JFattl). 

Page 53. — The intolerably prosaic character of 
vulgar minds is often outrivalled by the dulness of 
strong intellects if they are merely mechanical in their 
operations. This hymn celebrates the domain of 
Faith ; not as hostile to Science, but as illuminating 
Science, and yet restraining Imagination. There are 
those who cannot smell the most fragrant flower, and 
many cannot distinguish colours ; so, others have no 
ear for music. All nature with its "incense-breath- 
ing " seasons, and its profusion of radiant tints at 
morn and even, is lost on such minds. What can they 
see in the intense poetry of Scripture ? The lyrics of 
the prophets are full of Pindaric touches and allusions 
which are lost on them, because we cannot make 
them express anything, mathematically. Instead of 
enjoying a rose, they bring a crucible or a retort and 
treat it chemically, finding nothing in it but so much 
carbon. In spite of such critics, we enjoy a garden, 
and we find it in Scripture. 



NOTES. 213 

XI. 
$ol\) Week. 

Page 61. — The Church, with true instinct, reads 
this prophecy of Isaiah (lxiii. 1) in Holy Week, and in 
close connection with Palm Sunday. Many imagine 
that it should be kept till Easter week, because it 
foretells the Conqueror. The answer is — That is pre- 
cisely what Palm Sunday foretells ; it antedates the 
victory, and does not admit that the triumph is less 
certain on Palm Sunday than on Easter Day. The 
prophet descries the dyed garments, before they were 
dyed, and this he intimates when he drops the pro- 
phetic future of history and adopts the grammatical 
future, in the words — " their blood shall be sprinkled 
upon my garments, and / will slain all my raiment." 
The whole passage mixes the future and the historic 
on a familiar principle of prophecy, which " callcth 
those things which be not as though they were " 
(Rom. xviii. 17). In these verses this view is taken 
of the two prophecies : Zechariah depicts the scene as 
it should occur, the meek and lowly Nazarene coming 
to Jerusalem on the ass's foal ; Isaiah, as it should be 
seen by failh, "the Lamb slain from the foundation 
of the world," and in that view full of wounds and 
blood-stains, while also the Lion of the tribe of 
Judah, and not less the Conqueror, from the founda- 
tion of the world. 

Palm Sunday, then, receives its double character 
from this twofold view. As the first day of Holy 
Week, the Sunday of the Cross, it borrows a pro- 
foundly sombre and penitential cast from the succeed- 



214 NOTES. 

ing days ; and yet, as the Hosanna Sunday and the 
Day of Palms, it is a festival in which the Victim and 
the soldier are already seen, by faith, as the glorified 
Priest and the Conqueror with dyed garments, whose 
triumph was sure, from the foundation of the world. 

XII. 

^[)c illcsatal). 

Page 63. — The " Anointed One," for such is the 
sense of the Hebrew Messiah and the Greek Christ, is 
here conceived of as recognized by Mary of Bethany 
in her loving act, which was inspired possibly by the 
remarkable passage from the Canticles here prefixed 
as a motto. He had accepted such a tribute from the 
" woman which was a sinner." She now offers a like 
anointing on the part of "the virgins," and to show 
their love. 

XIII. 

€l)c SMmpcr. 

Page 69. — The ancient church at Speyer has been 
recently " restored " with costly and even magnificent 
want of judgment. It has become a modern church 
to all intents, and is no unfair symbol of the Latin 
Church as modernized by the recent " new dogmas" 
which have been so fatal to her catholicity. But the 
quaint old mound in the south precinct has been re- 
stored in a manner which, no doubt, faithfully repro- 
duces the mediaeval effect of the original, and it is 
very striking when seen in a moment of loneliness 



NOTES. 215 

and meditation. The poem is a truthful statement of 
the impressions it seems capable of producing on a 
thoughtful visitor. 

XIV. 

%ljc Council. 

Page 75. — Come, then, pedestrian Muse. There are 
occasions when "pedestrian " art, thus recognized by- 
Horace, becomes legitimate in poetry. I have felt 
that my desire to render that famous passage in the 
Book of Wisdom, as literally as the form of verse will 
permit, furnishes a just occasion for the invocation 
here introduced. It is a pity that any Christian 
should not feel the force of such a scripture, though 
Apocryphal, as proving that Isaiah and other prophets 
had sufficiently forewarned the Jews of their great 
peril, in the day of Messiah's coming. See Archbishop 
Leighton on Ps. xxxix. 10, and the Note in West's 
edition, Vol. V. p. 62. Compare Plato, Republic^ II. 
5 ; and Cicero, Republic, III. 17. It is not improbable 
that' Plato, thinking of his master, Socrates, had yet 
been influenced by learned Jews to moralize as he 
does so prophetically. Jones of Nayland (Lect. ix.) 
has a striking passage on Plato's " Just One " (Works, 
ed. 1801, Vol. IV. p. 206). 

XV. 

fJonttus fJUnte. 

Page 80. — Some say he was a Teuton. The idea 
that Pilate was from Mayence was current in an old 



2l6 NOTES. 

legend, and has been revived of late by the discovery 
of the graves of an old Hebrew legion on the Rhine; 
which suggests that Jews had been quartered there, 
while the natives were sent to Judea, a well-known 
expedient of the Emperors. A governor who could 
talk to them in their own dialect would have sug- 
gested a reason for such transfer. 

In these stanzas I have tried to treat his character 
as the inspired writers, and as our Lord Himself, seem 
to teach us to do. We must " judge nothing before 
the time ; " and it is lawful to reflect that mercy to 
the "chief of sinners" may be vouchsafed through 
the "Chief of all the Sons of Men," whose name is 
Jehovah-Salvation. I have ventured to treat his case 
as a symbol of that of all the unevangelized ; of all, 
in short, for whom the glorious Redeemer prayed, 
when He said, " They know not what they do." 

XVI. 

Calnart). 

Page 96. — The xxv. of Isaiah is a marvellous tis- 
sue embroidered with Messianic symbols. And how 
striking the text here versified : " He shall spread 
forth His hands in the midst of them, as he that 
swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands to swim." The 
following chapter is an Easter lesson, and the third 
verse reads (see margin) : " For the Lord Jehovah is 
the Rock of Ages." In the writings of Tertullian, we 
meet with a striking exposition of Moses' outstretched 
arms as an emblem of the victory of the Cross. See 
A gains -l Marcion, b. iii. cap. 18. 



NOTES. 217 

XVII. 

€l)c Jttiin of 5orrouj0. 

Page 107. — The child who frames a cross. In the 
carpenter shop of Joseph, the child Jesus is represented 
by Overbeck, I suppose following older masters, as 
sawing out a cross, in sorrowful child-play. It is a 
very touching embodiment of the opinion of the 
Fathers, that all His life long our Lord's soul was 
"straitened" (St. Luke, xii. 50) by a sense of the 
baptism He was yet to be baptized with. 

Page 107. — Those senses five, etc. I have here sug- 
gested the crucifixion of sense, in its specialties, as 
well as in its general form, as part of our Lord's suf- 
ferings. The indulgence of our senses, unchastened 
by self-denial and fasting, strikes me as forcibly 
rebuked by the meditations I have here given. 

XVIII. 

'Qtfje 'ftijrce Crosacs. 

Page TI2. — The Thief's Repentant Cross. " The 
planet Mercury," says one, " is rarely discovered; Co- 
pernicus never saw it ; it shines too near the sun. 
And so there is an object, in itself most luminous, 
which attracts too little attention, for a like reason. 
I mean the cross of the repentant thief, so near the 
cross of his Redeemer that few reflect how marvellous 
it is in its history, how full of instruction is the exam- 
ple it displays of awakened conscience and spontane- 



2l8 NOTES. 

ous faith, and, in short, how it glorifies the Cross of 
Christ itself, by manifesting its power to convert, to 
save, to regenerate, to sanctify, and to glorify." I 
quote from a sermon of my own venerated father, 
written and preached in his earliest professional days, 
which is said to have been a matchless outburst of 
eloquence, of feeling, and of power. This exordium 
has been feebly reproduced in my verses. 

Page II 5. — The earth its depth, etc. The midway 
stake of the cross betokens the depth and height ; and 
the antennce, the breadth of its divine Mystery, the 
all-embracing, the all-amazing Atonement. This is a 
favourite view of' the Fathers. 



XIX. 

Page 118. — That minute event in the history of the 
Crucifixion — mentioned by St. Johii only, in the 
words, " and put it upon hyssop " — is one which con- 
nects the Cross with some of the most significant of 
the Mosaic types. For hyssop was used in sprinkling, 
and denoted the cleansing power of the blood of 
Jesus. But why so ? It was foreseen, this mere 
accident of the Passion ; and from this the Mosaic 
ritual receives its exposition. We read that Solomon 
" spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Leba- 
non, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the 
wall ; " and here note that all analogy leads us to be- 
lieve that the Cross was cedar, while the hyssop is what 
we have said, and the wall is seen in Gen. xlix. 22. 
Joseph's blessing — his vine, overrunning the Jewish 



NOTES. 219 

wall of separation, and blessing the outside Gentile 
world — alike with purifying hyssop and invigorating 
wine. " Purge me with hyssop," says the Psalmist. 
The Paschal was instituted in the sprinkling of blood 
with hyssop (Exod. xii. 22\ and so Moses estab- 
lished the Old Covenant, sprinkling alike the Book 
and the people (Heb. ix. 19). See, also, the leper's 
cleansing (Levit. xiv. 4). 

XX. 

tVtcflt>emii0. 

Page 122. — St. John introduces Nicodemus, assist- 
ing Joseph at the burial, with a reference to his first 
coming to Jesus by night. That most interesting 
story gives us no clew to the impressions with which 
the ruler left the Divine Teacher, but soon after (St. 
John, vii. 50) we read of honourable conduct which 
made him suspected by his fellow-Pharisees. Perhaps 
their words (verses 47, 48) had a slant at Nicodemus, 
and were meant to hint at their resolution to tolerate 
no defection among their number. In verse 52, they 
treat him with a warning in form of a question, and 
with a scornful reference to the Galilean teacher. 
What, then, was the decisive moment that brought 
him to discipleship ? It seems to me that when he 
learned of the Crucifixion as an accomplished fact his 
mind must have recurred to (St. John, hi. 14, 15) those 
words, " As Moses lifted up," etc. This would have 
brought back all the marvellous words that followed, 
and which were not comprehended at the time, with a 
power unspeakable. They produced their effect, and 



220 NOTES. 

Nicodemus came forward, boldly, to claim the place 
to which Isaiah had summoned " the rich," so many- 
ages beforehand (Isa. liii. 9). 

XXI. 

%\)c ^-cyulcljrc. 

Page 126. — I have regarded the Canticles as a store- 
house of poetical imagery, applicable to the facts 
revealed concerning the Bridegroom and the Bride. 
Chapter iii. (verses 5-7) supplies the conformities I have 
borrowed here. From chapter ii. 7, I have borrowed 
the closing stanza. It may be well to note here that 
the Canticles are an idyllic amplification of Psalm 
xlv., and this must be expounded by Ephes. v. 25-33. 
It is to be regretted that oven the Revision retains the 
unhappy renderings (Cant. vii. 1-3) which confound 
articles of the Bride's dress with the parts of the 
body they covered — as if the epaulettes of an officer 
wer-e translated his "shoulders." There is strong 
reason to favour the idea thai this idyl, while it glorifies 
wedded love, and proves its innocence and its mystic 
reference to Christ and His Church, celebrates, also, 
the conversion of Solomon to a life of conjugal purity 
and of absolute devotion to her who can say, " I am 
my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine" (Cant. vi. 3). 

XXII. 

Caster. 

Page 129. — The amazing unity of Scripture furnishes 
the believer a strong ground for confidence, which 



NOTES. 221 

blind unbelief can never take away. Abel's Lamb 
reappears in the Apocalypse, and so does Judah's 
Lion ; and everywhere this imagery is kept - up 
throughout the Scriptures. This Easter-song is based 
upon real references and analogies. And here let the 
rule of heraldry be kept in view : when the Lion is 
emblazoned, we see only his noble and royal qualities. 
The cat-like treachery of the animal is reserved to 
describe the enemy, who "goeth about seeking whom 
he may devour." Now let us observe these texts : 

1. It is evident that our Lord sprang out of Judah. 
Heb. viii. 3. 

2. Judah is a lion's whelp ... he stooped 
down, he couched as a lion, and as an old lion ; who 
shall rouse him up ? Gen. xlix. 9. 

3. The Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of 
David, hath prevailed. Rev. v. 5. 

Other texts referred to, or quoted, are as follows : 

1. He hath broken the gates of brass, and cut the 
bars of iron in sunder. Ps. cvii. 16. 

2. Free among the dead. Ps. lxxxviii. 5, 7. 

3. Led captivity captive. Ephes. iv. 8 

4. The lion did tear in pieces enough for his whelps. 
Nahum, ii. 12. 

5. Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more. 
Rom. vi. 9. 

6. A garden inclosed ... a spring shut up, a 
fountain sealed. Cant. iv. 12. 

7. The sting of death is sin. I. Cor. xv. 56. 

8. I am tormented in this flame. Luke, xvi. 24. 

9. One of the elders saith unto me, Weep not. 
Rev. v. 5. 

10. Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. Rev. v. 12. 



222 NOTES. 

XXIIL 

®lje Btrir ^ottfl. 

Page 135. — Describing the hills of Naphtali, says a 
modern traveller: "The perfume of a thousand flowers 
filled the air, poppies, anemones, marigold, convol- 
vulus ... a glowing mosaic of rainbow hues. 
We turned into a wild glen, where the voice of the 
turtle floated from tree to tree, and the cooing of 
countless wood-pigeons ran like a stream of soft 
melody along the jagged cliffs above us." — Porter's 
Giant Cities, p. 267. 

XXIV. 

(£iJ0tcr <E0$)0. 

Page 139. — A French writer has remarked : " Toute 
l'antiquite s'est accordee a reconnoitre dans les oiseaux 
quelque chose de divin. . . . Aristdphane, dans 
sa comedie Des Oiseaux, fait allusion a cette tradi- 
tion." 

The mockery of the King of Assyria has supplied me 
with a text to which I have tried to give an orthodox 
use, taking forth honey out of a dead carcass. There 
is much to be said of birds ; and I wonder so little 
has been written of these wonderful creatures, their 
eggs, their habits of migration, their amazing beauty, 
their songs, and the miracle of their triumph over 
gravitation, their inexplicable hold upon thin air, 
their power of wing, their strange life in mid-ocean, 
their mysterious loves and nest-buildings, their ex- 



NOTES. 223 

quisite delicacy and decency of sexual formation, and 
the lavish hand with which God has adorned them 
and displayed His power in them, making them such 
tokens of His skill, from the humming-bird to" the 
eagle. * 

XXV. 

®l)c Ttopal l)arn. 

Page 145. — A popular travel- writer speaks fre- 
quently of the scarlet robes which are worn in Syria, 
even in our times, as a token of rank. " The Village 
Sheikh," he says, "was there to welcome us, con- 
spicuous in his scarlet robe, which, to this day, is the 
badge of royalty, or power, among the inhabitants of 
Palestine." — Porter's Giant Cities, p. 173. 

Page 145. — Zarah's wrist. — Gen. xxxviii. 28. The 
illuminating faith of the early Christians is beau- 
tifully seen in the views of Irensexis touching this 
sign. He regards it as Christ's token on the seed 
of Judah, withdrawing its faith from Him, but still 
claimed by Him, for a future birth in the Gospel. 
" This scarlet token upon Him is the passion of the 
Just One, prefigured by Abel, and by the prophets 
delineated, but in the last days perfected by the Son 
of God." — Irenseus's Against Heresies, iv. 2. 

Page 145. — Rahab 's window. — St. Clement says: 
'• The spies gave her a sign to this purpose, that she 
should display from her dwelling a scarlet thread, 
thus making it plain that redemption should flow, 
through the blood of the Lord, to all that believe and 
hope in God." Others of the Fathers give similar 
expositions (Joshua, ii. 18). 



224 NOTES. 

Page 146. — Scarlet wool. — Heb. iv. 19. " He took 
the blood of calves and of goats, with water and 
scarlet wool and hyssop, and sprinkled both the Book 
and all the people, saying, This is the blood of the 
Covenant." 

Page 146. — Scarlet 'robe. — St. Matthew, xxvii. 28. 
The scarlet robe was embroidered with purple of 
reddish tinge, and the robe was described accordingly 
as purple or scarlet. 

Page 146. — The Bride. — Cant. iv. " Thy lips are 
a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely." 

The Church speaks with comely words, when her 
lips are baptized with the blood of the Lamb. The 
same Greek word which is rendered scarlet is some- 
times rendered crimson, as in Isa. i. 18. 

Page 146. — The living Bird. — Levit. xiv. 6. The 
rabbins tell us that the bird was bound to the cedar 
by the scarlet yarn. 

XXVI. 

€a0tcr tit f)atttt00. 

Page 151. — The Day the Lord had made. — The 
Lord's Day pre-eminently (Ps. cxviii. 24) is the An- 
nual Paschal, but every Lord's Day is a lesser Easter. 
Without attempting to settle the critical question 
whether it was Easter-Day when St. John saw, once 
more, the risen Lord, I adopt a Paschal interpretation 
of the whole Book, as a key to its divine imagery and 
intent. And such is the argument of this poem, 
which I humbly trust is auxiliary to its truth. 



NOTES. 225 

XXVII. 

ffcl>* ^VnQcls on ttjc ilrfc. 

Page 154. — The Ark of the Covenant is one of the 
most striking testimonies to the evangelical nature of 
the Hebrew mysteries. It was enshrined within the 
veil ; no eye beheld it there, save only the high 
priest's once a year, and even he could do this not 
without the most solemn purifyings and acts of atone- 
ment for himself and for the people. When carried 
through -the wilderness, its terrible sanctity was 
guarded in the most remarkable manner, and awful 
punishments fell on those who profaned it, by curi- 
osity or even by a too familiar care for it. May I ven- 
ture here to warn against the blasphemous profane - 
ness of making counterfeits of the Ark, and using this 
symbol of the Divine Presence in the rites of modern 
societies, as is said to be done? Compare I. Sam. vi. 
19, 20, and II. Sam. vi. 6, 7. The cherubim, whose 
figures were wrought into the pure gold of the cover, 
and not screwed on to it, seem to intimate the unity 
of angelic and human beings in the Divine system ; 
and they were so placed as to look down upon the 
" mercy-seat," — the burnished lid, resplendent with 
supernatural light, which closed upon the Ark, cover- 
ing over the tables of the Law within. Thus was 
suggested the Law, with its direful threats of justice, 
hidden by the mercy of God, in the Atonement of 
Christ : a system so marvellous and comprehensive 
that '"the angels desire to look into it" (I. Peter, 
i. 12). So St. James says : " Mercy rejoiceth against 
judgment ; " an apparent reference to the glorified 
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226 NOTES. 

mercy-seat, over against the stone tables of Law, 
which it hid from sight. The text which I have 
made a motto to this poem uplifts the same thought 
to the heavens. All heaven learns new lessons of the 
Divine Love from the salvation of sinners, and from 
the experiences of the Church Militant here on earth. 
This lends unutterable grandeur to the expressions of 
St. Paul, "Seen of Angels" (I. Tim. iii. 16), as 
applied to " God, manifest in the flesh." 

XXVIII. 

£lje Cartljqiuvfec. 

Page 165. — Great Pan revives. — The reader will 
recall a mysterious story of Plutarch, concerning 
what happened one day, in the time of Tiberius, to 
a party sailing on the Ionian gulf, near the Echin- 
ades. Voices in the air cried out, Great Pan is dead ; 
and Christians have attributed the phenomenon to 
" some powers of the air," in their consternation, 
when the earth trembled at the death of Christ. 
Tiberius was alarmed when told of the incident ; and 
this is a noteworthy fact as the one response of history 
to the natural inquiry, Did the Caesar receive any 
intimation of the amazing event which makes his 
ignoble reign so memorable in human annals ? May 
not the official report of Pilate have afforded him the 
real ground of his alarm when he heard this story, 
allowing certain " Acts of Pilate " to have been a 
real' base for the fabrication that bears the name ? 
See Dacier's Plutarque, Vol. VIII. , p. 285. I have 
imagined a corresponding impression produced upon 



NOTES. 227 

Thamus (the pilot of the story) by the concussion of 
the air on " Easter Morning." 

XXIX. 

%\)c llnbaptyc*. 

Page 176. — Hath He not said the Christian's child, 
etc. " Else were your children unclean, but now 
are they holy ; ' (1. Cor. vii. 14). "If the root be 
holy, so are the branches " (Rom. xi. i6\ This 
poem is designed for the comfort of over-scrupulous 
consciences, and o.ver-anxious inquirers about the 
heathen ; of whom I have found examples in pastoral 
experience, among some of the best of men and 
women. 

XXX. 

% €l)OU0|)t for tlje jFatrjcra. 

Page 182. — St. Augustine is not the earliest of the 
Fathers to enlarge upon the text 1 have chosen for a 
motto, nor do I recollect that he anywhere follows an 
earlier authority in the pretty conceit of the figure of 
the cross made by the outstretched wings of the bird. 
But he thus expresses himself as to the burden : 
"Christ's burden hath wings, another's hath weight. 
If thou pluck off the wings of a bird, thou removest 
a sort of weight ; but the more of that burden thou 
removest, the more to earth the bird must cleave. 
She flieth not, because thou hast unburdened her ; 
give her back the weight — she flieth." See Com- 
mentary on the Psalms. Ps. lix. 7, African Psalter 



228 NOTES. 

(lx. 6, Anglican). S. Aug. Opp. Tom. IV., p. 719. 
Paris : Migne, 1865. 

St. Bernard copies the great African doctor as fol- 
lows : " Leve Salvatoris onus, quo crescit amplius, eo 
portabilius est. Nonne et aviculas levat, non onerat 
pennarum sive plumarum numerositas ipsa ? Tolle 
eas, et reliquum corpus pondere suo fertur ad ima. 
Sic disciplinam Christi, sic suave jugum, sic onus 
leve, quo deponimus, eo deprimimur ipsi : quia 
portat potius quam portatur." S. Bernard. Epist. 
ccclxxxv. Opp. Vol. I., p. 691. Ed. Paris, 1839. 

XXXI. 

.SUiwrantlj. 

Page 184. — Not here are amaranthine bowers. The 
flowers of June made me pensive even as a child : to 
see them fade so soon tortured me. I remember the 
thrill with which I heard my father quote those lines 
of Cowper's " Task " : 

" The only amaranthine flower on earth 

Is virtue • the only lasting treasure — Truth." 

He explained to me this word " amaranthine," and 
gave its etymology. The impression has never faded 
from my mind and heart. 

Page 185. — There is a rainbow round the throne. 
Just so the evanescent splendour of the rainbow was 
painful, till I learned to dwell on the truth expressed 
in this stanza. I longed for something imperishable. 
I find it in the vision of Patmos : " There was a rain- 
bow round about the throne, in sight like unto an 



NOTES. 229 

emerald ; " the mixed light of amethyst and top-az pre- 
dominating. It was a spring-like rainbow, in which 
the fiery heats of July were not reflected ; so, it seemed 
to me, vve ought to understand it. So too the dreams 
of Fra Angelico and the nimbus of his holy ones seem 
to be justified in this text : "I saw another mighty 
angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud, 
and a rainbow was upon his head.'''' Thus Revelation 
struggles with human language when it speaks of the 
ineffable glories of the Blessed. 

Page 185. — For sure as in the soul are powers, etc. 
The ninth stanza in the preceding poem aims, like 
this, to express a refreshing idea, which is beautifully 
rendered by Ancillon as follows: "II y a dans les 
affections du cceur quelque chose de pur et de desin- 
teresse, qui annonce l'excellence et la dignite de 
Tame humaine." 

XXXII. 

{fcljc -Slsccnston. 

Page 186. — Who bowed to taste the wayside rill. 
Psalm ex. 7. After Pompey's defeat, says Plutarch, 
"etant arrive a Tempe, brulant de soif, il se jeta a. 
terre sur le visage, but dans la riviere, et s'etant 
releve il traversa la vallee," etc. This illustrates the 
idea of the Psalmist, in a manner ; but Messiah bowed 
to taste the dark river, only to " lift up His head" 
and live and reign forever. See Dacier's Plutarque, 
Vol. V. p. 478. 



230 NOTES. 

xxxin. 

€l)f ^Lvjo $)cntccctst0. 

Page 191. — Goodness my glory is. "And he said : 
I beseech Thee shew me thy glory. And He said, I 
will make all my goodness pass before Thee." Exod. 
xxxiii. 18, 19. The immense significance of this 
Scripture, where it stands, in connection with Sinai 
and the second inscription of the Decalogue upon 
tables of stone, is what the poem designs to illustrate. 
Compare Deut. xxxiv. 1-5. Was it not at this time 
that " all His goodness " was made to pass before 
Moses, prophetically? 

Page 191. — The still small voice, etc. I. Kings, 
xix. 12. In the extremity of Israel's degeneracy 
Elijah goes back to Horeb, as if to ask wheiher 
"the fiery Law " would never be avenged. How 
significant the answer God vouchsafed : a premoni- 
tion of the second and more glorious Pentecost, the 
mission of the Comforter. 

XXXIV. 

Wi)\tsiin'i)a\). 

Page 192. — In connection with Isaiah, xi. 2, 3, it 
is instructive to observe (Rev. i. 4, iii. 1, iv. 5, and 
v. 6) : the prominence given to the sevenfold gifts 
of the Spirit, in the great Prophecy of the New Cove- 
nant. This Pentecostal Hymn aims in some degree 
to celebrate the practical blessings of these gifts. 



NOTES. 231 

XXXV. 

€i)c ^rinitt). 

Page 192. — Let me give the translation of this most 
ancient hymn of the Church as arranged, from Bishop 
Andrewes, in a modern Oxford edition : 

" O Joyful Light 
Of the Holy Glory of the Father, 
Immortal, Heavenly, Holy, Blessed, 

Jesus Christ s 
Beholding the Evening light, 
We glorify 
The Father and the Son. 
And the Holy Spirit of God. 
Worthy art Thou, in all seasons, 
With sacred voices to be hymn&d, 
Son of God, 
Giver of Hope ; 
Wherefore the world glorifieth Thee, 
O Joyful Light, 
Of the Holy Glory, 
Amen." 

I have rearranged the stichometry, and ventured to 
repeat the first lines as a refrain at the close. I have 
always thought it must have been sung with such a 
refrain, unless, indeed, it concluded with one of St. 
Paul's doxologies ; which I am persuaded he often 
borrows from the Church's hymns. See Ante-Nicene 
Fathers, American edition, Vol II. p. 79, note 2, and 
p. 298. 

This they sang even in the dark Catacombs, where, 
though they noted the accustomed hour of the day's 
decline, they could behold no other light than Christ's 
shining in their souls. Who has not seen the Chris- 



232 NOTES. 

tian lamps taken from their tombs, marked by the acros- 
tical IX&T^S, and the XP, or the apocalyptic Alpha 
and Omega ? When Padre Marchi showed me such 
relics in the Jesuit College at Rome — " Observe," said 
I to the venerable man, " how these early Christians 
worshipped Jesus and the Trinity, not Mary and ' the 
Star of the Sea ' ; and how closely they stuck to Holy 
Scripture." The Jesuit looked unutterable things ; 
but he answered nothing to the purpose. 

When I have taken one of these Christian relics in 
my hand, I have seemed to see some Christian vestal 
about to be thrown to the lions on the morrow, but 
trimming her lamp to go forth and meet the Bride- 
groom, as she chanted her sweet even-song of faith 
and hope — " O Joyful Light ! " With this idea, please 
read it over. Innumerable Christians have sung it on 
the eve of martyrdom. It moves me to tears as I 
recite it with this thought. Bishop Andrevves' copy 
of the original Greek was found in his private prayer- 
book bedewed with his weeping. Take then this 
hymn of the martyr Christians at the close of day, as 
evidence of their faith and piety. 



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